Heather Delaney (@thelifejoybuilt)
*ahem. testing. testing. one. two. three.*
hello out there. this message, coming from up on this soapbox? well, it’s for everyone who’s been a child, has a child, or is going to have a child. basically, it’s for everybody. so sit down and listen. ✨
today i attended my eight year old son’s field trip, with his grade three class. we visited the library, the rotary arts and town hall, and then ended it with a little lunch at A&W. ✨
sounds sweet, amiright?!
well, sweet is was - the kind of sweet that causes a freaking toothache sweet. kids be crazy, you guys. so, so crazy. kids climbing. kids screaming. kids asking questions. over. and over. and over again.
i mean, anyone that knows me personally can attest to the fact that this girl right here? well, she has some serious level of patience. (some may say even a little too patient, but so be it)
but you guys. these teachers put me to shame. while I was debating running away from the scene (which said scene included my own child. no shame in my game), these teachers were ROCKING it. i mean, while us parents were sat back saying to each other “i don’t know how they do it!”... well, they were just doing it. and I don’t mean just ‘doing what has to be done’ doing it. i mean, doing it. doing it well. and succeeding at doing it. ✨
all. day. long. ✨
and that’s not all. they were actually SMILING while they were doing it. (and not the psychotic smile of one about to lose their marbles. i mean, a genuine SMILE. they were actually happy doing what they were doing. with those said climbing, screaming, question asking children)
yet, come summer? well, errrryyyybody wants to be a teacher. ✨
“teachers got it made.” “i went into the wrong profession.” “work ten months, and then off two. what a gig.”
you hear it all. (to be honest, there’s been a christmas or two that this nursie, while getting ready for work, may have wished for such a career change myself. #guiltyascharged)
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