I Love It When

I love it when:

I am on my knees

elbow to elbow with a mess of kids

exploring the wonders of fresh poured soil;

I am shoulder to shoulder

seeing the light in a student's eyes

because I trust them with the skillet;

I am side swiped

in a isle

at a store

recognized by one of my kids;

I am seeing the soul

that still remains

in a difficult child.

 

I love it when

at the end of the day

my mind recalls

all the little things

and I realize

they are very big things.

 

My job is tough;

the students are tougher;

the system is tough;

but determination,

wonder,

and hope still exist.

We just have to be willing

to find it.

 

I love it when some one asks me why I do what I do.