“What’s keeping you up at night?” This poignant question, posed by a dear friend, cuts through the noise and gets to the core of our concerns. The things that rob us of sleep often reveal what truly matters to us.
Tonight, my thoughts are with you—teachers. It’s 3 AM, and you’re heavy on my heart.
You didn’t see this coming. And let’s face it: teachers are planners by nature. This sudden upheaval is an unexpected twist. You were ready for spring break, excited for a week to recharge before diving into the final stretch of the school year—the time filled with engaging lessons, cherished traditions, and the thrill of seeing your students reach their milestones.
But now, what was once a one-week closure has stretched into two, then four, and who knows how long it will last? As a former kindergarten and third-grade teacher, the thought of losing those precious final weeks with my students is heartbreaking.
I worry for the kids who are missing you—not just the food they need, but the nurturing you provide. They crave the warmth of your morning greetings, the comfort of high-fives, and the joy of secret handshakes. You’ve shared countless moments with them, and now your heart feels tugged in every direction, frayed and aching.
I remember a kindergarten teacher who lined up her students for what was supposed to be their “last day.” One child wistfully said, “I hope I see you again.” My heart breaks for all of you; this is not how it was supposed to unfold.
In literacy, we teach that every story has a beginning, middle, and end—but this ending has been abruptly interrupted.
I understand you, teachers. In just a short time, you have transitioned from being undervalued and underpaid to being recognized as essential pillars of our society. You are the glue holding everything together.
I can hear you saying, “Sure, we knew that. But can everyone please follow the guidelines so we can control this virus and I can have my students back? We have so much to do!”
What you call work is really an act of love. You had so much more to give this year, and you expected to have the time to do it.
While I can’t fix this for you, I do know a thing or two about grief, and I understand the importance of acknowledging sadness. I will sit in this space with you, sharing sleepless nights and offering my support. The grief you’re feeling is real, valid, and yours.
Grief signifies that you loved deeply. Thank you for pouring your heart into our children with such dedication and care.
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In summary, our educators are feeling the weight of loss during this unprecedented time. Their dedication, love, and connection to their students are irreplaceable, and we’re all longing for the day when they can reunite.
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