Friday, January 16, 2009

"I Like You Teacher..."

The vacation is over and I started subbing again. I got 3 1/2 days this week. In the past I have come home and expressed my angst when I have encountered what I refer to as a "horrific" day. During those difficult times I wonder if I'm even an influence, but then there are always those golden moments that make my heart sing and cheer me on.

Today I had a half-day with a first grade class. The teacher had everything outlined and prepared, but also left a note giving me the option of fitting in some music. I have substituted this class several times. The children know me and are happy to see me. First graders are all about music and especially activity songs.

There was one little girl that was new. She had joined the class after Christmas break. She was quiet, obedient, and happily participated in all the songs even though many were new to her.

I dismissed the class at the end of the day. The new little girl with her long dark hair and pretty dark eyes eagerly approached me before going home. She said, "I like you teacher because you teach me singing." I smiled. You can imagine how I felt. I thanked her and was happy to inform her that I would probably see her again and that we would sing again. She was pleased and left.

We should see each other again. Her teacher knows me. I volunteered in her classroom ten years ago when she was Janna's first grade teacher. Every week I would provide a little music segment when I came to help. Now she makes a point to ask me to substitute her class hoping that I will add a little music and fun while I am there. I believe the children I teach now, then, and through the years, even though it's rarely verbalized, think:
"I like you teacher because you teach me singing."

"Music is the universal language of mankind."
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer


  1. Thanks for sharing that one. I would like to add to Longfellows quote by saying: "Music is the universal language of the spirit". Love you Moth!

  2. That's so cute. I know that feeling. Sometimes I have those moments here at home and they make all the pooey clean ups, and 70 grapes smashed into the carpet, worth it.