Remembering

I’ve taught lots of stuff over the years. But, when I look back, I can’t really remember any of it. It’s really a series of lessons tied together with the pages of a planbook, and scribbled in my favorite colorful Flair pens. What do I remember when I look back? All the things I’ve learned. I remember the kids who taught me that not every child has the picket fence life to go home to. I remember the child with a brain tumor who could barely see, yet continues to embrace life to the fullest, even today. I remember the moment I had my first class and realized that this captive audience was mine and they were excited to learn. I remember the day my class took their shoes off and we laid in the grass reading, but mostly just laughed. I remember the kid who seemed to have nobody in his life, who came to thank me for helping him talk with a scientist, and me realizing that he did in fact have someone…and it was me. I remember the kid who wrote a blog post about being inspired to change the world and sent it to me. The stuff I look back on? It lets me see everything so much clearer. When we look back, we get a view that is crystal clear. We’ll never really remember the tiny details in the things we teach, but we’ll always remember what we’ve learned from our kids.