I found this poem and thought it summed up nicely, how I feel about teaching
First is Best
Yes, I teach the first grade.
Where else would a handsome and very young man put
his arms around me and ask, "Do you know that I love you?"
Where else would I tie so many hair ribbons and
belts and daily get to see a style show of pretty dresses and shirts?,
Where else could I wear the same dress day after
day and be told each time that it is pretty?
Where else could I walk up and down aisles and have
warm hands touch me?
Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling
loose teeth and receive a promise that I may pull them when they are loose
Where else could I eat a soiled piece of candy from
a grimy little hand and not get ill? (I have to eat it because he watches to
see that I do.)
Where else would the future look as bright as it
does amid an energetic group to whom nothing is impossible?
Where else could I guide the first letter
formations of a chubby little hand that may some day write a book or an
Where else could I forget my own aches and pains
because of so many cut fingers, scratched knees, bumped heads and broken
hearts that need care?
Where else could I forget taxes and even "the state
of the nation" because Stevie isn't grasping reading as he should and other
methods must be tried?
Where else would my mind have to stay so young as
with a group whose attention span is so short that I must always keep a "bag
of tricks up my sleeve"?
Where else could I feel so close to my Maker as I
do each year when, because of something I have done, little children learn to
Yes, I do teach the first grade, Mr. and Mrs. America.
And I love it!
by Mrs. Janet Gorell Meyer