I don’t know about you, but around 4pm on Sundays, I start a brief period of mourning. I can feel the weekend coming to a close, and I’m bracing myself for the week ahead… teaching lessons that take every bit of my energy, wading through difficult situations with students and their parents, balancing work and life obligations, trying to squeeze in “fun” time with my kids and husband.. Just typing all of that out makes me feel like I need a nap.
Only those who are teachers or deeply know teachers understand just how demanding our profession is. When my husband and I started dating a few years ago, he was truly stunned at the amount of work I put in during a regular work week. And that was in May, one of the chillest, most laid-back months of the school year!
If you find yourself on the Sunday Night Struggle Bus during the school year, know that you’re not alone. And remember you are doing some of the most significant work in the world.
Teaching is one of the most under-appreciated jobs in our nation. Until a seven-day series of snow days hit and parents would gladly give two months’ salary just to get their kids out of their hair and back in the classroom. Don’t believe me? Watch this Atlanta mama begging for area schools to open their doors. (Not gonna lie, I spit out my wine laughing so hard, so be careful!)
I know that your job isn’t easy, and I know it takes a lot out of you. But you. are. a. difference. maker. At the end of your career, hundreds of grown adults will look back on their educational experience and remember you, the teacher who loved them and gave a damn. So keep on keepin’ on.
This week, I’m gonna be thinking about all my teacher-readers out there when I feel like calling in for a mental health day. We got this.