That time I was a teacher.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

After almost 3 months of teaching, I've got a few things to say.
1. I love my kids.
2. I was made for this.

I love my kids. From their greased hair right down to their light up tennis shoes (you know, those ones that light up when you walk). They are the joys and the heartbreaks in my day. No matter what is going on outside of school, as soon as I walk in the door it doesn't matter. I forget about the outside world and I become Miss Caldwell. It's like I tell my kids, "Today is a new day. And you are in the sunshine room where nothing can bring you down!" My classroom is the sunshine room. Those kids come in to be built up, to learn, to be loved. And I try the best I can to give 'em all I got. That's fulfilling right there. Most days, I feel spent after school. It's like all my energy is gone and it doesn't come back till they walk in for breakfast the next day. I love it!!!! It's exhausting. It's so full of joy. It's crazy how much my kids affect me. Whether it's their lives at home or them just not getting a concept, I HAVE to help them! This is my calling. Jesus has been so good to me. So many stories, not enough words!

I was made to be there for little girls crying about their brother being in jail and not being able to talk to him. I was made to hug the kids with no friends. I was made to encourage the kids who don't get anything positive from home. I was made to be a constant in my kids lives for this time. I just love hugging and praising and reinforcing their socks off! I wish everyone could see all 21 faces. I just pray that even though I can't tell them about the unending and consuming love of Jesus, that they see some through me. I hope that someday they experience Christ's love in a way SO REAL! Rock my world Jesus. Teaching kids is the bomb.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful, and this picture is incredible


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