For this post, I decided to try something new. Although I have included all the words below, this post is presented primarily as a video. So, you can choose to read, but I hope you’ll watch the video and tell me what you think. I know it’s a little rough for a first effort, but I promise to improve as I go along. My plan is to do at least one video a month. Enjoy, and as always, your feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Today on the Penny Collector Blog – We’re talking about teachers. So spit out your gum, grab a sharpened #2 pencil, take your seat, and be quiet.
Not long ago I attended a funeral. The woman who passed away was the mother of one of my wife’s childhood friends. I had never met her, so I only had the funeral itself to go on when it came to memories.
It was a fairly standard funeral, but when the priest got up to give the homily, he said something that quickly got everyone’s attention.
At first, he talked about how significant, the loss of a matriarch is to a family, but then he started talking about the deceased’s woman’s “other family.” Initially, we had no idea what he was talking about. I mean we’ve all seen the TV movies about men who have secret families in other towns, but that sort of thing is a lot harder to pull off if you’re a woman. Well, he didn’t leave us hanging for long.
In short order, he reminded the congregation that the woman was a teacher, and her “other family” was made up of the children she had taught for more than two decades.
As we made the seven-hour drive home from the funeral, I thought a lot about the idea that a teacher’s students constitute a second family, and it led me to exactly what I want to talk about today.
From the time they were old enough to understand, we taught our four kids to appreciate and be thankful for anyone who made an effort on their behalf. They were taught to walk right up to their pee-wee soccer coach, after a practice or game, look them in the eye and say thank you.
When they started school, we encouraged them to do the same with their teachers, at the end of every day. For the first few years of elementary school, we would ask them regularly if they had thanked their teachers, and the assured us that they had.
Teachers are a special breed. They choose the job knowing it would be hard, have long hours, marginal pay and an endless list of frustrations. They go into teaching with an expectation of dealing with both good and bad kids, and good and bad parents. They sign up for this life with the understanding they will run afoul of bureaucracy, budget cuts, unfunded mandated, and bodily fluids.
But, they do it anyway. Why would any sane person sign up for such a thing? Well, the answer is simple, teachers love your kids and want the best for them.
While you are watching TV on a weeknight, teachers are grading your kid’s papers and math tests. When your kids get older and stop being so open with their parents, it is often a teacher they turn to when they need someone to listen.
Nobody gets into teaching for the money. Again, they do it because they love your kids. Teachers love your kids before they’ve even met them. They love your kids while they are teaching them, and the love them long after they’ve grown up and left.
The day after the funeral I took my three boys out for breakfast. They are in 9th, 8th, and 6th grade.
It’s been a long time since I specifically reminded any of them to go back and thank a coach or a teacher. But, given the state of mind I was in, I asked them, “what do you guys do when a class ends?” All three of them looked at me like I was asking the dumbest question in the history of dumb parent questions. Concerned I might be disappointed in the answer I pressed on anyway asking, “Seriously, class ends, everyone stands up, what do you do next?
With that look only a teenager can give a parent, my son Oliver said, “thank the teacher.” And then, without prompting the other two said, “every class – every day.”
I was both shocked and pleased that the lesson from all those years ago had actually stuck, but I was even happier to know that the people who teach my children are valued every day.
I have written about appreciation and gratitude before, and I probably will again, but with respect to teachers let me be perfectly clear.
They deserve respect and thanks on a daily basis.
This cartoon has been floating around the Internet for a few years and I think it illustrates nicely what has happened to the respect both parents and children have for teachers. This needs to change.
According to the book The Carrot Principle by Adrian Gostick and Chester Elton, 79% of people who leave their jobs cite a lack of appreciation as a reason for doing so. 65% of workers in North America report that they weren’t recognized at all for their efforts in the last year.
Teacher appreciation needs to be more than the PTA putting a tray of bagels in the break room once a year.
Sure, there are some bad teachers out there, every occupation has a small percentage of turds that manage to slip through the cracks, but the vast majority of teachers get up every morning driven only by the importance of what they do for your kids and the future of everyone.
So, thank your kid’s teachers and encourage your children to do the same – not just today or tomorrow, but EVERY DAY. If we do this, maybe, just maybe the best teachers will not only feel appreciated, but it will set the stage for the next generation to step up and take on this vitally important job.
We all have teachers in our past without whom, we would not be the people we are today. I’m standing in my workshop where I build and fix things using all kinds of dangerous tools. Where did I learn how to use a table saw safely – from my middle school shop teacher. Oh, and see that sewing machine over there, the one I’m using to make new seat covers for a classic car I’m restoring? That’s right, I learned to sew from my seventh grade home-ec teacher.
So, why not share this video with a teacher who changed your life, or share it on social media and tag all your teachers. Thanking the teachers in your life is now only a few clicks away, so do it. Just do it.
I’m Steve Nazarian, they call me The Penny Collector, and that’s what I have to say… today.
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