I read this on FB today and it truly touched my heart. 3 kids. All boys. I've been the mother of THAT child and I've also been the mother who in my mind says "oh thank God my son is not that child."
I'm not ashamed to say I've been on both sides of this conversation. But I've learned that children need one thing. Love.
If I could express how grateful I am to the teachers my kids have. They've built them up to get through those phases of tantrums and outrage. Without these teachers, my kids would not be who they are today. These teachers know my children more than I do. They spend more time with my children than I do. I treat them as if they were the third later - asking them what I could do better or what I need to do to help them learn and grow.
Teachers are the ones raising our kids and building them up. They're a huge influence on our kids lives. We all have that one teacher that we remember and admire and respect. I have several that at the time I hated but now I realize they were helping me to be better and pushing me to my limits so that I could push them further.
School is hard - no doubt. But it's the teachers we have in combination with parents support that determine children's views on school and learning.
Respect our teachers. They're raising our children and the future of this world.
