To my tiny humans,
It’s been awhile since I’ve written you a letter, been awhile since I’ve sat back and thought about all of you over the past 11 years.
It’s a little overwhelming.
I’m on the brink of a very busy season in regards to being a teacher. Deadlines and ratings and holidays and getting everything just right. If I’m being honest I am a little stressed.
Right now though, in my writing nook in my room, I can see the class pictures from the last two years at the Y and those tiny humans make me think of the ones at Lighthouse and Newport Mesa. They make me think of barefooted Mozambican tiny humans and Ecuadorian tiny humans in school uniforms.
I’ve gone through a lot in my 11 years working with you guys. I’ve been a teacher, a mentor, an administrator, a leader, a pastor, a coordinator. I’ve learned a lot, laughed a lot, cleaned up poop a lot (tiny, adult and cat) and I have cried a lot.
I don’t know if you guys realize this but you guys aren’t always easy.
And I have to be real I’ve wanted to walk away A LOT. I did actually. I remember sitting across the table from a mentor in Spain and saying the last thing I wanted to do when I moved to Bellingham was work with kids.
But sweet kiddos, I want you to know you’ve been worth it and you are worth it.
I didn’t plan on being a teacher.
And honestly I still don’t think this is forever.
But every single one of the tiny humans I’ve had, some now in their late teens, have been worth it.
And I’ve learned something from each group, honestly each tiny human, I’ve had. I’ve learned about myself, I’ve learned my strengths, my weaknesses. I’ve learned my limits and I’ve learned that I frequently push the boundaries of said limits.
You’ve inspired me.
You’ve inspired me to think differently and see humans for who they are. You’ve inspired me to see things for what they will become, not just what they are.
You’ve reminded me frequently just to sit and play legos.
You’ve reminded me to laugh, to breathe.
And in the moment; with the tiny humans when they are tiny, that’s really hard to communicate. I tell my tiny humans I love them, give them hugs, wipe their tears, give them comfort.
But it’s really hard to tell them that they are worth it. That the reason I come back to my classroom day after day is because of them.
I was having a conversation with Rachel tonight. Rachel is a mom of one of my preschoolers 8 years ago. She frequently reminds me what I meant to her sons learning. I am grateful for the ability to see her amazingly wonderful not-so-tiny-humans grow.
And she reminded me tonight that I do do what I do for the tiny humans, because I myself have had teachers that have greatly impacted me.
But, I don’t think teachers always a get a chance to tell their students, mine being mainly tiny humans, that it’s them, at the end of the day, that bring us back the next day.
So, if you are a parent of now not-so-tiny-human of mine, remind your kiddos that Miss Meghan or Miss Meg or Sox or Teacher Meg believes in them even still. That I cheer them on when I see their victories, that I feel old as they climb higher into double digits.
Remind them they have yet another person in their corner who thinks they are worth it. That they have all the gifts and talents and abilities to the damn thing in life. Well, you can choose your own language for that statement ❤️.
And if you have the ability to thank a teacher do so. Because there is a really good chance they want to thank you too.
Miss Teacher Meghan Meg Sox