I have been missing in action this last week. I have been nursing an aching heart.
Our job is the best job in the world. In the entire world. Because we love what we do so much, with the heavy heavy emotional investment we make each day, when things go south it takes a toll on our spirits. Because we can't go into any specifics whatsoever on our blogs, I can only say this: when students make less than stellar choices and parents become involved it can open up a world of hurt for everyone.
This was brought home tenfold Monday as my husband got a call at work from my daughter's middle school advisor, who ranted about our daughter's work habits. It's strange how things work, that this phone call came right in the middle of my own sensitive dealings with students and parents. I really needed the reminder; I became so angry and defensive at what felt like an attack on my own kid. It helped me see the parent perspective instead of only the teacher's.
Everything is ok now. At least I hope everything is ok. I tried as best as I could to let my parents and kiddos know that I care for them, and my job is to help nurture kindness and compassion as well as mathematical thinking and reading comprehension.
I still can't quite shake the heavy feeling in my heart, though.