Parents who spend all day (every day) with their children...think about how they yearn for an adult to talk to. They're pulled in a million directions at one time, there's rarely "time off" in their schedule because they can't put their kids on hold while they drink some coffee or prop their feet up and read a bit of the newspaper. It's like a game of tag...and they're always it.
Imagine they don't have one or two or even six or seven kids. Instead, they have 24. And they're trapped in a room all day with them. (Which means they are grossly outnumbered.)
When the last bell has rung and the last car rider and walker have trudged down the hall and out of the building, teachers need to debrief. They need to vent, and laugh at what they can and rail against the things they can't change.
|photo by Kevin Hutchinson|
(Sometimes I feel like I'm headed towards a cliff...)
When I desperately need to go home---my day officially ended two or three hours ago and the couch is calling me---I often first go upstairs to room 22. My friend/colleague/
What do you value most in your friend/colleague? What do they bring to the table that sustains you the most?