Reflection of a teacher

In this fourth week of confinement, I would like to share with everyone how I feel teacher.

Well, I feel bad, I feel frustrated, misunderstood... But also happy, proud... If you still keep reading, you'll wonder why this jumble of emotions.

The reason is that my job is not just assigning homework, games, telling stories... My job, TEACHER, goes beyond that. To be a teacher is to say good morning with a smile, a hug, a wink and in those seconds to analyze how the child is doing, if it is soft then we hold it in our arms, pamper it, talk to others. We play with them building towers, boats, helping them to dress up, we share stories, laughs and even tears.

To be a teacher, is to take the hand of that concerned mother or father, to take the arm of that father or mother who thinks he has no strength and is afraid of defeat and to make him see the wonder that his son is. telling him the thousand and one things that he does well.

Being a teacher goes beyond explaining the day's lesson and letting them work on the corresponding activity. We go child by child helping them in whatever they need, to those who finish quickly, we challenge them to go a little further, to those who feel insecure we give them the security they need to launch themselves.

Being a teacher means BEING, ACCOMPANIING children and families.

Now, being confined at home, we are forced to have this contact through a screen, and I finish the session happy, to see everyone so happy despite being locked up for so long. And proud to see the good they are doing and the thousand things they are doing using creativity to the fullest. And the fact is that what makes boys and girls happy the most is sharing quality time with their parents.

But... where are the hugs, the caresses, the handshakes, the direct observation while they work to detect faults, difficulties? How do we console them when they are sad or feel bad about something, where are those celebrations left when we achieve something, how do we give that pat on the shoulder or bring a smile to that mother or father who needs it...?

I am missing, in my opinion, the most important part of my profession, the most beautiful part of BEING A TEACHER.

As Maria Teresa of Calcutta said, "We can't always do great things, but we can do small things with great love." We can't do everything we'd like, we can't be the great teachers we'd like to be, but I assure you that what we do, we do it with much love.

A very strong family hug!