My hardest days at work aren’t the days when my students are loud or disobedient or unkind to each other. Those days are hard, don’t get me wrong, but they aren’t the hardest. We have procedures and consequences in place for those things, we learn from them and then we move on. Those are the days you expect in elementary school.
No, my hardest days are often parent-teacher conferences, or days looking through students’ files, or days when a student walks in with a too-big bruise and a too-perfect story.
The hardest days are the days when I learn of my students’ suffering.
I’m over at the Mudroom today, sharing about what it’s like to see others suffer when we are powerless to stop it, about what hope might look like in despair. Click here to read the rest of the post, and check out the other content on their site- it is encouraging and challenging and beautiful.
Photo by John Liu, via flickr.