A photograph of a jar of dull pencils with nubby erasers and my shopping cart rolling past the aisle of supermarket valentine’s cards whizzed me back to perhaps one of the best parts of being a teacher. Valentine’s Day. There is something so sweet and innocent in the chaos of 20+ 2nd graders racing around delivering Scooby Doo and Hannah Montana valentine’s into paper lunchbags decorated with construction paper hearts.
It is easy to look back now and realize it was the silly and often crazy moments that were special about teaching. When you are in the midst of grading, deadlines, and the enormous pressure you put on yourself to make sure every student is getting exactly what they need, things like a Valentine’s Day party can seem like one more thing to just get through. But teachers do it, year after year, no matter how far behind they may feel or how big of a headache they will leave with in the afternoon.
This Valentine’s Day is much quieter around here. Abigail is taking a nap. Hank is, too. Neither one really has any idea that today is different from any other. But Ryan and I do, and we think this Valentine’s Day is pretty special. There is more love and happiness in our little family than we could have ever imagined – but I realize this most everyday. So isn’t it funny that who I’m thinking about most today are my fellow teachers. I hope each and every one of you got an extra hug, piece of chocolate, or thank you today. You are happy memory makers whether you realize it or not.