Ryan is in kindergarten and there are so many opportunities to volunteer in the classroom compared to the sixth grade. In middle school they are just as happy that you aren't there. Since I have some flexibility in my paying job I am helping out for one hour a week on Fridays. There have been times in my life where I have wondered if I made a mistake by not being a teacher instead of going into sales. Today I am confident that my decision to get a business degree was, in fact, a good one.
It is not that the kids were bad. A bit loud, but what does one expect when there are 20 kids in one room during snack time. It is not that the kids weren't cute. In fact, a few of them melted my heart. The emotions they have are so genuine and on the surface. They so want to have your attention and love that they will do almost anything to get it.
I think the thing that makes me crazy is that there is constant motion and energy. It is as if you are sitting on a bomb and if you make one false move it will erupt into a ball of chaos that will never be under control again. Ryan's teacher has been teaching for 20+ years and was immune to it. I could never be.
Tonight Ryan and I went to the family dance and basket raffle at his school. Dave is sick so he didn't have to endure the bedlam that ensued. If I had any doubts after this morning they were shattered this evening. Did you know that small kids equate dancing to running and tackling? They also think that screaming is the only acceptable form of communication. Combine that with the DJ and it was a recipe for pandemonium.
There will be a special place in heaven for people that can be elementary school teachers, most of whom truly love what they do. I am grateful for people that have that special talent and character. I am also grateful that God saw fit to lead me down a different path. I have faith that he knew I didn't have it in me.