I am sitting here wondering if my zest for my work will ever return. I used to love my job as a teacher. I was so hungry for every little bit of information I could get, every skill I could gain and every new technique that could possibly help my students improve.
Reading the syllabus was what I read for relaxation. Books explaining how the mind learns and develops were my inspirational reading. My ‘pick-me-up’ was looking for creative teaching ideas and my hobby was crafting the best lessons I could.
Then a tiny little baby entered my life. Two unfocussed eyes of uncertain colour looked at me. Two little perfect lips formed a smile that was most likely a wind. Five tiny fingers clasped my index finger.
And all my passion for teaching disappeared. All creativity vanished.
I need it back because teaching is not a job that can be done if it is a chore. To be a teacher you need to have the heart of an artist.
Will the spark return? What could ignite it again? I miss loving it as much.