The students are here.
They push and they pull
They shove and they scream
They cry and howl about silly things
They watch and they listen
They hear and they learn
They try to do better
Occasionally they succeed.
This is a job that plants patients in those with receptive hearts
I pray that I am such a one, with a heart that’s quick to respond
In each moment there is an opportunity to bond
A thousand lessons are hiding in each situation
I must look beyond to see the true condition
Within the quiet students mind is a memory of abuse
Behind the boys disruptive behavior is a cry for attention
Her tear filled eyes speak of frustration
He sleeps in class because he believes he is too stupid to learn
She talks and giggles because she is insecure
His charming smile is his only chance for survival
In the midst of their chaos you are their structure.
In the midst of your imperfection they are being perfected
Every day lessons are taught
Even if they are not the ones you had planned
You must remember this before you reprimand
Be firm but gentle
Be cheerful and kind
In the hearts of the little ones there is always a diamond to find.