I have noticed in the past couple of years that I am a kinder and more compassionate teacher. I have more patience and more understanding. My colleagues might think this is because, as a literacy coach, I no longer have my own classroom and my own set of students. But I think it’s because I’m a mom.
Because I see Maddie and Kate’s faces everywhere…
On that little girl in the 4th grade class who is a little loud and a lot bossy. I hope that her classmates will be kind and not exclude her. That could be Maddie.
On that little kindergartner who cried on the first day of school, and the second, and the third… I hope that his teacher will understand that he is only five years old, and he misses his mommy. I hope she gives him a hug. That could be Katie.
On the fifth grader who shook with fear when told it was her turn to share her writing. I hope she will find some confidence, and I hope her teacher will not admonish her for being afraid. That could be Maddie.
On the little boy who was so excited that his tooth just fell out that he could not, would not pay attention to the reading lesson. I hope his teacher will share in his excitement and understand that we all get distracted sometimes. That could be Katie.
On all of their faces, I see the possibility of my own children, and that has made me a kinder and more compassionate teacher. I see their faces, and I smile.