This morning at the end-of-year party for my 3-year-old Yaakov, I was thinking what a handful Yaakov is for me…
And then I took a good look at his teacher, Ganenet Ruchama, who spends 6 hours a day dealing with the shenanigans of not just one Yaakov, as I do, but rather an entire class of 3-year-olds.
With so much dedication. And so much love. And so much idealism about educating the next generation of Jews, despite the challenges she faces every single day.
This week and last, every day I’ve been attending an end-of-year party for one of my children– sort of like those “Europe in 7 Days” “It’s Tuesday, this must be Italy” “It’s Wednesday, this must be Slovakia” tours— this week I’ve been saying “It’s Saturday night, this must be my daughter’s high-school graduation!” “It’s Tuesday, this must be my daughter’s junior-high-school graduation!” “It’s Thursday, this must be my youngest daughter must be graduating kindergarten!”
And at these parties I’ve been thinking a lot about how rewarding this profession can be at times, but how challenging and frustrating it must be so much more often.
And I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you to all the teachers who worked so hard this year. Who make it their mission in life to help our children fulfill theirs.