When Summer Ends
- An understanding heart is everything in a teacher, and cannot be esteemed highly enough. One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feeling. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.
This is the time of year when depression settles in and the thought of summer ending is just an arms length away. Many people don’t like the hot, humid days of summer but I long for them. They make me feel good inside like eating a double chocolate brownie sundae from Dairy Queen. The thing is you can savor that sundae all you want but in reality it will never last forever.
As the summer ends, I should be preparing my preschool classroom for the the start of a new school year. I end one job at a swimming pool company, being the greatest water analysis technician ever, to teaching preschool.
This year is a little different. I won’t be returning to teaching because I quit in February. Not because, I didn’t like teaching, on the contrary, I love it and knowing just once, I made a difference in a child’s life is one of the most rewarding pleasures you can have. Thinking that maybe one day in the future a child will look back and know that the decision they made was because of the impact I had on them as a child.
Although, it saddens me that I’m not going back to teaching, my sadness for the summer ending is not there. I will be working at the pool company through October so I guess in my mind my summer doesn’t end until then.
Yay! Two more months of summer. And then what? Who knows, we’ll see.