Somedays come with some daze by their ends.
Not sure why or how life plays or tends.
Rises, falls, ebbs, flows, rips and bends,
Atop and under the waves life’s ocean sends.
Somedays are like poetry and others like prose,
When thoughts, words, and actions argue as friends.
Somedays we are run ragged and torn.
Scratched, kicked, tired, and trying to mend.
We wrestle with this calling and ache to transcend…
“How it must be so nice to work with the future.”
“How hard could it be? Just open the text book and read it with them.”
“How come you got bitten? Couldn’t you get out of the way?”
“At least you have your summers off.”
“Teaching is easy. You guys got it so good.”
Somedays flow smoothly even when they seem out of hand.
Somedays descend into chaos even when everything is planned.
Somedays the coffee and tea are all gone before the first class is done.
Somedays you are finishing them cold just to stay awake on the commute home.
Somedays your lunch is 60 minutes to power up the body and mind dream.
Somedays you choose to dine and dash in 20 making time to meet with your club or team.
Somedays you have to deal with tears, grief, and loss.
Somedays you get to share joy, triumph, and success.
Somedays you really need shoulders to lean on.
Somedays yours are the ones that are leaned upon.
Somedays we witness joy in the littlest things.
A step in the right direction that makes our hearts sing.
“Thanks for inspiring and motivating my kid.”
“You made a difference for my child this year.”
“We really appreciate the time you spent supporting…
after school learning programs, teams, extra-curriculars, and arts events.”
“This must have taken up a lot of your time before and after school. Thank you.”
Not sure why or how life plays or tends.
Somedays come with some praise by their ends.
You got this. Keep doing the little things that no one sees that make all the difference in the lives of others. Good job. Thank you.
