Anyways, what I meant is I'm back to writing. I had a few weepy days there because impending doom was upon me. I was returning to that place that provides me with a paycheck which I despise going to when I'd rather hug, kiss, and cuddle my munchkins. It's not so much that I dislike what I do for a living, but I love my kids more than I love my job. Any mother can understand that.
Well it's been quite interesting returning. I didn't realize how much what I did affected those around me. When I say those around me, I do not just mean those 5 feet and under (I teach 5th grade)-I mean the bigger kids-my peers. The most common comment I've heard as of late is " Wow, I can totally tell you are back because your kids are behaving much better." Well, that doesn't say anything for the job my intern did, but it does say a lot for my own personal expectations. I expect my kids to be on task, to learn, and to be their best at all times of the day. I am constantly eagle-eyeing them when they thing no one is looking. They can't play the "I didn't say that," or "I didn't do that" card with this mama because I see it all. Heck, I improved that skill when I birthed thing 2. See having 1 thing is hard, but having 2 is so difficult that you grow eight arms and 5 eyes. I'm not even kidding folks! I can see my child pick up an object so minuscule that it should be microscopic across a twenty foot room and haul @ss over there before it goes into his mouth. This skill definitely helps improve my watch on the students. They learn that I've got eyes in the back of my head so they best "check themselves before they wreck themselves."
Not only am I on top of my kids behaviors, but I'm trying my hardest to make sure they know I care. I was almost in tears yesterday when one of my five new students (yes I got five new students in three months) said and I quote, "Wow, Mrs. Ellis you truly care about all your kids, huh?" That made my day because this lovely child didn't know me from the dirt on her shoes, but my words and actions in five straight hours showed her who I am. I would not be who I am though if I didn't have the experiences I've had. Being a mom has truly made me a better teacher!!
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| Thing 1 laughing when he closes himself in the front door/storm door. Silly boy! |
