Happy Friday, Bear Cubs!
I don't know about you, but I can't help but think about the fact that we are just ten school days away from Thanksgiving Break! I know many of us are counting down the days, and rightfully so. This time of year can feel like a marathon, and I think we are all looking forward to a little time to rest, recharge, and enjoy the people and things that bring us happiness.
I've been in my feels quite a bit lately. There is something incredibly special about being part of a child's earliest experiences in school. We have the privilege of helping children discover what they are capable of, but that privilege comes with an enormous responsibility.
I once heard a story about a teacher who kept a small collection of seemingly insignificant items in her desk drawer. There was a broken pencil, a handwritten note, a little paper heart, and a drawing that was barely recognizable. When someone asked her why she kept those things, she explained that each represented a child who had needed something more than a lesson that day. The broken pencil belonged to a student who was so frustrated that he didn't believe he could learn. The paper heart came from a child who simply needed someone to notice her. The drawing was from a student who had finally found a place where he felt safe enough to be himself.
None of those moments appeared in a lesson plan. None were reflected by a grade in the gradebook. Yet, each represented something meaningful that happened in that classroom.
I think about that story because so much of what we do extends far beyond academics. We teach children how to read, write, and solve problems, but we also teach them how to manage disappointment, form friendships, navigate emotions, persevere through challenges, and believe in themselves. Some days, we are teaching skills that children haven't yet had the opportunity to develop. Other days, we are simply trying to help a child feel safe, loved, and ready to learn. In teaching those lessons, we are constantly pouring from ourselves.