This past months have been rough for this teacher.I cry the tears Inever thought I will cry. I was a victim ofthe prejudice of an individual. I wanted to quit, I felt that no matter what I did I will never begood enougth. But I didnt because I love my job. I love my children like if they where my own and even when you think is crazy I will take a bullet for any of them. If they are sad I worried, if they are happy I celebrate and each milestone reach is the most amazin JOY!! For this teacher.As a hispanic person teaching in USA I doubt my self constantly and when situations like this arise my heart brake to pieces. I love my job and I dont see my self doing anything else. I love my job and I have no doubt of that. I will never understand why is so bad about me being latina that make others unconfortable. I love my job and even when I migth not be acknoledge as often as all teachers should be recognized for their job it is super rewarding to know that somebody does see it. Last week I was tag by a friend on her facebook page and this time the tears where of joy SOMEBODY SEE IT!!! Oh I wanted to hug her and say THANK YOU SO BAD !! But Japan is not in my budget at this moment 😜. I let you with this picture of her words for me and if she is reading this I want her to know that she has make me regain my confidence and I thank God for putting her in my life. She didnt knew it but that day I wake up feeling like I was not good enought and then her post completely change that.
Is the simple stuff in life that can make you the happiest thanks lin you are truly an amazing friend
last year was my first year as a teacher. Do to situations out of my control my students didnt ever had all the materials needed and required for a succesful learning. Im not talking about papers or crayons or even books since I my self bougth those for the classroom. But other essential materials for a learning enviroment. My students graduated and I could not be more proud of them. We didnt have a lot but we did wonders with we did had. This year as my second teaching year start I start doubting my self. I see other teachers with more experience than me and well with all this great learning resources, activities and strategies. And it just hit me WHY I DID DO THAT FIR MY KIDS LAST YEAR? Why did I not knew that? DID I FAIL ? Ohh nooo my babies. I start basically feeling like I did nothing but fail last year. Feelings of anger because I felt I wasnt a good teacher invade me and tears where indeed spill. I stress out and panic. WILL THE PARENTS OF THIS YEAR ASKED PREVIOUS PARENTS? Oh God I hope not I FAILED😕. All this and more was all I could think about. But then I receive the most wonderful and moving words I could ever read in any email. My parents from last year express their opinion about me. I cant even start to describe how I feel. After all I didnt fail. I love what I do, Im not perfect and well probably a parent or two will dislike me each year. Yet I do this for them my children, my students, our future. I learn that even when I doubt my self my children , in my classroom, everyday and forever will see all the great things and ignore the not so great. Im proud of me and I love to know that help and impacts lives in many different ways. MY STUDENTS KNOW THERES NOTHING IMPOSIBLE WHEN YOU WANT AND ARE WILLING TO FIGTH FOR IT. My parents know that there is no bad kid but instead children needen more of my attention. I now can look back and see how great the last year was and those who know the story know this is a big but big accomplishment .
Here are some of the mails I receive
Today I plan on drop the twiners and drive away free to cry. Yes I still cry on each first day of school. Yet my son asked if I could walk them “mom can you help me I dont think I can” and I had to put my big girl panties on and walked them to their class. To the parents that see me I could pass like a mom that just droo her kid at kindergarten. My tears Could easily fool anyone. 😂 why I dont know but is like each yr the babies are closer to leave me and I have my doubts about how well I will handle that. And then… Is the frustrating battle with my son. Having an ASD child is not easy when it cames to homework ohhh the joys. But most imp. Is his emational collapse when something or somebody is not quite like he wants too. Here we gooo another year. Lets pray and hope God will take control and this will be the best yr so far 🙂
This words gets me each time i hear them and I was the first one at times yet for the love of God HOW IS MY CHILD NEEDS TO LOOK.? This video reflects most of my thoughts when i hear them
I love my Job I feel is important !!!