I used to teach school. Private school. 1st Grade. It's been over two years now since I quit teaching. Well, teaching academically, that is. I still teach Primary each week. The further away I get from it, the harder it is to remember all that went with it--the feelings, hard work, disappointments, fears, laughs. Today, I met a parent and grandparent of two students that I taught. I was thrilled to see both of them. I was thrilled to hear an update of each of the students. I was tickled to hear that I was (maybe still am?) influencial. Ah, it was just good to have such good feelings come from thinking of the good times I had. It's nice to remember. It's especially nice to realize that despite the heartache I felt when I quit, I don't feel that heartache now.
I am grateful when others share their appreciation for what I have done.
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