Don't Forget

Sometimes I forget.

Sometimes, as I walk the long halls with my head down, burdened by all the things I should have taught but didn't, and worried about all the standards I have to fit in by May, I forget.

Sometimes, when the demands of my students, my school, my district, my state invade my precious time at home, I forget.

Sometimes, after I drop my sweet cherub off at someone else's house before 7:00 in the morning, I forget.

Sometimes, when my students fail even after I have poured out all of my energy teaching them the best I know how, I forget.

Sometimes, after a long, rough day of putting out fires of disrespect, disappointment, procrastination, and competition, I forget


I forget that I prayed for this.

I forget that some of these kids need me more than I'll ever realize.

I forget that along with these tough days comes a paycheck that provides food, shelter, and clothing for my own family.

I forget that am unequivocally blessed to be in the school I'm in, to work for the administration I do, and to persevere in these trenches with the loving, caring people I see each day.

I forget that this is my calling, this is my ministry, and this is my dream-come-true.

Lord, help me remember.