(the one where we’re all unsure of what to do)
I’d be lying if I said this week was easy. As a teacher during a global pandemic, I’ve had to learn in short time how to be a completely different kind of teacher while remaining myself for my kiddos and try to maintain a special education setting.
This week, my paras and I got to see one of our kids for the first time since the first week of March. He was at first filled with joy, saying our names and laughing, smiling ear to ear. That joy turned to tears when he realized what it meant that we weren’t actually “there” and we weren’t going to school. Needless to say, all of us were in tears.
That moment was my favorite part of my week. The struggles we’ve endured, we’ve endured together however far apart we are.
I’ve felt that same sentiment here, in our book community. The one I lean on to help me stay positive, to distract me from intrusive thoughts, to find books I’ve read and haven’t, and to meet authors and fellow bookworms that find love in-between covers of a book.
This hasn’t been easy for anyone. Teachers miss their babies and their classrooms. We miss the smiles, the hugs, the “lightbulb” moments when we see synapses firing and making connections. I miss being the teacher that I know I am and can be.
Happy Teacher Appreciation Week to all my fellow teachers and to all the parents that found themselves becoming teachers without notice.
💖Thank you to @alexgeorge for this beauty and for granting my wish to have a heart next to your name. Another favorite part of my week. 💖
Thank you to @skylarkbookshop for hosting this event (how I received my signed copy of The Paris Hours). 🥰
