This is a guest post from my amazing friend and colleague who rocks at both being a mother and being a teacher.
Dear Workingmom, Stay At Home Mom, CoWorker, Principal, Everyone out there besides us TeacherMoms-
I have seen, heard, and read so many open letters to stay at home moms, working moms, moms in general I can’t keep count. As I sit here surrounded by school supplies and back to school forms, I can’t help but think there has to be other moms out there like me. Somewhere there have to be others facing what I am facing and making it through because otherwise what hope do I have? There has to be more of me and like me they have need a hug this time of year too, desperately.
We are the TeacherMoms of the world. The moms that get up and send their kids to school so that they can stand at a classroom door and happily greet yours. We are the moms that attend numerous back to school nights and then get up and lead one of our own. We are the moms that pick up the items on the back to school list times three (one for our own kid, an extra set for the class, and one for our own classroom.) Yes, we choose to do this to ourselves year in and year out, not because it’s a job but because it’s a passion. And yet that doesn’t mean it is easy. It doesn’t mean we don’t need someone to look at us and say, "You are doing great! Keep loving those 30 plus kids you are in contact with day in and day out!"
Really, I don’t want your sympathy, because I love what I do, and that’s why I do it. I love that I get to create leaders, encourage champions, and share moments with the next generation. I love that my days are filled with fifth grader goofiness, recess, and yes even math with its fractions and long division! And I love that my nights are filled with bedtime stories, two year old grins and five year old secrets. I love my life and my world, but I could still use a hug.
What makes my child so very different? I work very hard not to be a teacher in my son’s eyes. I want to be his mommy, not the site word flashcard crazy lady! The pressure can be so high, I actually have a friend that will not, will not allow her children to tell their teacher that their mom is also a teacher.
As September rolls into October and the Facebook feeds get filled with the precious porch pictures with the blackboard signs announcing grade levels, remember to love on a TeacherMom. We can’t get that photo of our kids because we are busy getting our rooms ready to receive your kids. When you steal an hour from work to drop in for an author’s party, remember to love on a TeacherMom. We can’t steal those hours because we are hosting
those parties. And when you sign on to chaperon a field trip, remember to love on a TeacherMom. We can’t attend those field trips because we are arranging trips for your kids.
It’s Back to School Time, It’s Hug A TeacherMom Time!