There are parent teacher conferences this week. It's a hard and long week. There's the prep for the conferences which isn't difficult really, just sort of time consuming. I need to assemble all the things and set up all the conferences (virtual or in person? do you need an interpreter?) and remind, remind, remind.
I was at the school for over 12 hours yesterday which makes for a very long day.
I think conferences are easier for me than some of the young single teachers because the parents don't intimidate me. I think they are harder for me than some of the young single teachers because I understand the fierceness and worry in some of the parents. These kids are their world and they are looking to me for help. Reading, spelling, math, making friends...can I fix this?
I promise that I'm trying.
The hardest part is the glimpses of desperation I see in the families of my students that I love. Life is hard and life right now is extra hard.
When I got home Adam reminded me that I can't fix that. He said, "That's not your job. Your job is to love them."
(And also teach them. We start fractions next week!)
It's a job I love and I'm so grateful that I get to it. But I can't believe it's only Wednesday.
2 comments:
I'm grateful for wonderful teachers like you. But you can't do everything. I know that what you do makes a big difference though. I'm glad you get to do it too. Your mom.
Lucky students. Lucky parents. You are a blessing!
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