Today is Valentine’s Day. I don’t really celebrate it, but it hit me that I recent conversation would make for the perfect post for today.
A couple weeks back, a group of colleagues and I were sitting around having a conversation about the teaching profession at my school. We talked about a lot of stuff ranging from our views on professional development, the transition that comes with changing schools, how to best reach struggling students, among other things.
I can’t remember exactly what I was talking about, but at one point I finished my thought and one of the relatively younger teachers in the group told me, in a matter-of-factly sort of way, “man, you talk about teaching as if it were love.”
Wait, what? Did he just drop the L word?
He probably didn’t think twice about his remark, but I was caught off guard.
I never thought about it, but he was right. The moment was an unexpected self-realization. I was, and often do, talk about teaching like I would talk about love. It’s not far-fetched to say that most people would equate “talking about love” to expressing deeply held emotions that one holds for someone or something. I don’t want to sit here and try to define love, but I think it’s fair to say that it means to be strongly connected by means of admiration and devotion. It indicates an unbreakable bond and profound respect. It means embracing the inevitable struggle and hardship attached to the subject of your love.
All of that, and more, reflects the feelings I have for teaching and the teaching profession. It’s not just a job or career for me, it’s a relationship. It can be too heavy at times for certain discussions, but hey, it’s coming from a great place. A place filled with love.
Happy Valentine’s Day.