I wrote this today when I came home from school. I’ve had a challenging couple of days. One, yesterday, with children who need and who get, from their dedicated workers, the love and care they need to grow and learn. A group of people I now have the utmost respect for; because I understand better. I don’t think I could do it on a daily basis. I was shattered after one day of special ed.
I almost decided not to post this because I felt it sounded a bit big-headed, as if, ‘aren’t I so good at this?’
But then I read this post. I understand where the thoughts are coming from and I agree with some of the matters pertaining to control being ousted from the hands of parents and teachers and children thereby feeling they can get away with just about anything. But then why not all children? Not all children act up or misbehave even though the same legislation governs all.
And I figured I disagreed strongly enough to want to share why I think children often act the way they do and how it can be overcome by very simple measures. I don’t have discipline problems with the many classes I take. These classes may have up to 33 children in them, the legal limit. And I put it down to giving and expecting respect. And walking that walk.
And so began another round,
Children lost and children found.
Those who try their best to please,
Those who want you on your knees.
And here lies where I do my best,
A daily sort of different test,
Where all who bring their many moods
Can be taught that good is good.
A mindful sort of joint respect
Expected, so you always get
A shift, a change in attitude,
A lifting of those many moods.
I love it when I have the chance
To encapsulate, in just one glance,
What is needed; I appraise.
Teaching has momentous days.
Another job I could not do,
So many different points of view,
But only one that’s worth its weight;
When love is shown they hesitate –
To bother with the nasty eyes,
The blaming culture, telling lies,
The arrogance that some may feel.
We get to basics, discover real.
And when you see the child within,
The innocence, the carefree grin,
Even those whose moods are black
Succumb to love and give it back.
Thirty years of doing this
I rarely shout or want to cuss
For children know, ‘cos they’re not blind,
That some there are who read their minds.
No hesitation if you feel
That here’s a job where, for real
You can make a difference if
You’re prepared to love and give
And, in return, (the pay’s not much),
The satisfaction’s such a buzz
When children know and find their way.
An enjoyable education day.