It’s that exciting time of the year again! Children go to school for the first time or students return for a new school year. Even though I’ve been absent from the classroom for years, the same feelings come back.
As I stood in front of the open door to my classroom waiting for the kids to come down the hall towards me, I felt nervous, excited, and extremely responsible for the incredible little ones I would be responsible for. Would I recognize the needs and gifts each child had to share? Would children look forward to their “world of work and play” every day? How could I manage to help tie 30 pairs of shoes, put on and take off 30 pairs of winter boots, wipe away the tears and listen to the story of someone who lost a beloved pet, to say each name more than once a day, to invite a very shy child among us, to hold all the little hands while they learned to form letters? Would my patience have no limits? And above all, would I have enough love in my heart for everyone?