I don’t believe I’ve written about this before. The teacher across the hall from my classroom tells her students that she loves them. They’re first graders, but I’m not sure if that’s appropriate at any age.
I understand why she does it. She feels like she’s the most consistent and responsible adult in her students’ lives. These kids see their teachers more in a week than they do their parents. At this age, a child’s teacher is a major adult influence on his or her life.
And a teacher should love her students. To love means to be there for them and be willing to do whatever it takes and to accept them for who they are and be nurturing , and caring and all that gooey crap.
The problem is I don’t love my students. I don’t even like my students. But that doesn’t make me any less of a teacher.I’m still going to do a good job and teach the crap out of those little hellions.
Now the teacher across the hall has a completely different viewpoint. She doesn’t look at this as a job. While I’m sitting there thinking “I have to teach these kids,” in her mind she’s thinking “I get to teach these kids.” And good for her. If she truly believes that and feels that way then bravo. Meanwhile, I’m really looking forward to winter break.