For All The Tears

Today is ECE appreciation day! To all my fellow educators, and to those who have no idea what teaching children can be like some days I have included this wonderful story about the creation of the teacher. Being a teacher is an amazing thing, to be a part of a child’s life as they experience the world and learn new things is a wonderful gift. However there are also days that are beyond difficult. So remember to take a minute to appreciate all the hard work that educators do in order to teach young children. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I did.

The Creation of the Teacher

The Good Lord was creating teachers. It was His sixth day of ‘overtime’ and He knew that this was a tremendous responsibility for teachers would touch the lives of so many impressionable young children. An angel appeared to Him and said, “You are taking a long time to figure this one out.”

“Yes,” said the Lord, ” but have you read the specs on this order?”

TEACHER:
…must stand above all students, yet be on their level
… must be able to do 180 things not connected with the subject being taught
… must run on coffee and leftovers,
… must communicate vital knowledge to all students daily and be right most of the time
… must have more time for others than for herself/himself
… must have a smile that can endure through pay cuts, problematic children, and worried parents
… must go on teaching when parents question every move and others are not supportive
… must have 6 pair of hands.

“Six pair of hands, ” said the angel, “that’s impossible”
“Well, ” said the Lord, ” it is not the hands that are the problem. It is the three pairs of eyes that are presenting the most difficulty!”

The angel looked incredulous, ” Three pairs of eyes…on a standard model?”

The Lord nodded His head, ” One pair can see a student for what he is and not what others have labeled him as. Another pair of eyes is in the back of the teacher’s head to see what should not be seen, but what must be known. The eyes in the front are only to look at the child as he/she ‘acts out’ in order to reflect, ” I understand and I still believe in you”, without so much as saying a word to the child.”

“Lord, ” said the angel, ” this is a very large project and I think you should work on it tomorrow”.

“I can’t,” said the Lord, ” for I have come very close to creating something much like Myself. I have one that comes to work when he/she is sick…..teaches a class of children that do not want to learn….has a special place in his/her heart for children who are not his/her own…..understands the struggles of those who have difficulty….never takes the students for granted…”

The angel looked closely at the model the Lord was creating.
“It is too soft-hearted, ” said the angel.

“Yes,” said the Lord, ” but also tough, You can not imagine what this teacher can endure or do, if necessary”.

“Can this teacher think?” asked the angel.

“Not only think,” said the Lord,. “but reason and compromise.”

The angel came closer to have a better look at the model and ran his finger over the teacher’s cheek.

“Well, Lord, ” said the angel, your job looks fine but there is a leak. I told you that you were putting too much into this model. You can not imagine the stress that will be placed upon the teacher.”

The Lord moved in closer and lifted the drop of moisture from the teacher’s cheek. It shone and glistened in the light.

“It is not a leak,” He said, “It is a tear.”

“A tear? What is that?” asked the angel, “What is a tear for?”

The Lord replied with great thought, ” It is for the joy and pride of seeing a child accomplish even the smallest task. It is for the loneliness of children who have a hard time to fit in and it is for compassion for the feelings of their parents. It comes from the pain of not being able to reach some children and the disappointment those children feel in themselves. It comes often when a teacher has been with a class for a year and must say good-bye to those students and get ready to welcome a new class.”

“My, ” said the angel, ” The tear thing is a great idea…You are a genius!!”
The Lord looked somber, “I didn’t put it there.”

– Author Unknown

Reaching a Milestone

Well my dear readers I have reached a milestone. Life in a Basket now has 100 followers. There were times that I never thought enough people would be interested in my writing to get that many followers but I continued writing anyway for me. I enjoy it everyday and with every post I write. I want to give a big thank you to those following my blog and the readers that visit regularly. It means a lot to me.

~ n

“My path has not been determined. I shall have more experiences and pass many more milestones.”

-Agnetha Faltskog

The End

Over the weekend I had a very tragic encounter. I am sure there are those of you who will see this as something trivial and ridiculous. There is also the rest of you who will understand my loss, the loss only a book lover could understand.

It all began several months ago when my Kobo eReader wasn’t bookmarking my pages properly. Then it began to restart itself whenever I tried to turn it off. This all became very frustrating and I stopped using it as much turning to my first love, books.

I love reading. I read everyday. The most important decision I make when going on a trip is what book I am going to bring. My lobster will not allow me to go to chapters, my favourite book store, unsupervised for fear of the amount of books I will bring home. My Kobo changed all of this. I could bring a hundred books anywhere….and my Lobster would never know how many I buy on a weekend visit to the online store.

I could not stay away from my Kobo forever. This weekend I grabbed it prepared to read for hours only to be disappointed. Once my Kobo had turned on it went straight to my library and down at the bottom was the scariest thing I had ever read. “No books found.”

Things got even worse when I realized not only was my library missing but also the 100 free books my Kobo came preinstalled with were missing. Now things were getting out of hand. After calming down I realized I could just plug my Kobo into my computer and redownload my library. I held onto my hopes and dreams as I plugged everything in and hit sync. Of course a box popped up -“Please connect the USB cable”. I DID THAT ALREADY!

Okay, okay, new plan. The USB connection no longer works but my Kobo has wifi. So I connect to the Internet through my Kobo, and head over to my account to download my library. It won’t let me. It doesn’t connect. This isn’t going to work. Tears start forming in my eyes. Is my kobo actually gone? Dead? No longer working? It cannot be. My heart breaks.

I have had my Kobo for over five years so I suppose it was inevitable for it to bite the dust one day. Technology doesn’t last forever after all.

‘The time has come’ my Lobster said, ‘To talk of many things:’
Of all the book that are on our shelves –
Of the library down the street-
There are so many books that you can choose from-
Just think of the characters you will meet.

So he may have a point but it’s not the same. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t read like I do. Out of the two of us, however, he is probably the more practical. I suppose I should listen to reason and appreciate the books I still have. Besides Christmas isn’t far away!

The Right Moment

“You will get there when you are meant to get there and not one moment sooner…so relax, breathe, and be patient.”

-Mandy Hale

About to Begin

Last week my post called Winds In The East was published. It contained photographs, one of which I want to use on Life In a Basket. I was having trouble choosing so asked for your input. Thank you to all the people that commented, tweeted or email in a response. The winner is…..

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Grasping At Straws

Thanksgiving comes to us out of the prehistoric dimness, universal to all ages and all faiths. At whatever straws we must grasp, there is always a time for gratitude and new beginnings.

~J. Robert Moskin