I’ll never grow up.
Shhhh….seasoned teachers know this. You don’t utter it aloud--EVER…but I am relatively confident that blogging doesn’t count as "aloud". If it does—don’t tell me. Here’s the deal…I THINK WE MIGHT HAVE A SNOW DAY THURSDAY. That’s right…shhhhhhhhh. Perhaps shocking to some of you—but truth be told, teachers probably look forward to snow days more than students! For those of you who live in warmer climates, I’m not sure what the comparison is…but teachers in my building today walked around with that knowing glow—the one that says, “If you don’t say it, I won’t say it!”
Is it that we don’t want to be with our students? That we don’t love what we do? Absolutely not. I think, deep down, what it simply means is that there is a little piece of everyone one of us from age 2 to 102 that relishes surprise. That revels in “this wasn’t supposed to happen but I sure love it!”. That savors those happy little moments in life that we didn’t ask for…maybe don’t deserve…but befall us anyway. It’s a way for teachers to feel like a kid again—to have a “freebie” where ANYTHING we accomplish is better than we would have on a normal day! It feels guilty almost—like we aren’t quite sure we deserve it but sure are glad we got it!
So how do we capture this feeling all year round? I think we need to tap into our inner child. Laugh at stupid knock knock jokes. Be mystified that our body produces more than a quart of saliva in a day. Stop and watch the caterpillar cross the sidewalk—and make sure it arrives safely on the other side. Lay on the floor and read with the kids. Lick the frosting off first.
Being a grown-up has its perks…but letting ourselves remember what it is like to be a kid makes us better teachers, parents, and human beings.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
(and all of you in the path of the storm…be safe)