Recover and recoup, Revolutionary Teachers

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I feel this summer, more than any other is sacred.

Teachers, you understand viscerally what I mean.

Every year, we are entrusted with guiding young learners through activities that promote their physical, socio-emotional and intellectual growth.

Normally, our responsibilities and duties leave us depleted daily and we dream about break frequently.

No one could have predicted how leading in the classroom since March 2020 would challenge our teaching hearts, bodies and minds.

Plights in a pandemic

Throngs of teachers departed the profession as each one of us had to answer if we would risk our lives to teach our kids.

Filled with fear, uncertainty and doubt, we persevered with children in the classroom and virtually.

Close colleagues contracted COVID-19 and we were shaken to the core.

Department of Health nurses blew up our phones after school and weekends to complete contract tracing of kids in our classrooms.

Technology was my friend and foe as I lost MULTIPLE classes because I clicked the wrong thing.

Our kids did the very best they could under the circumstances.

They wore their masks and sat in their desks as far apart as possible.

So what happens when a tender freshman breaks down in tears as she attempts to enter the classroom in times of social distancing?

You hold them tightly and let them cry until there are no more tears spilling down her cheeks, even as the remote kids are waiting for the ZOOM meeting to begin and students in class are wondering where you are.

What about you, when you felt raw and wretched?

I pray your administration care for you compassionately as mine did the day they sent me a substitute after I broke down in the middle of class.

A sweet sophomore simply asked me how I was and I couldn’t stop crying. In front of my kids and those at home.

I received a call from the principal’s secretary asking if I needed a sub to cover my class.

I said I was alright and refused to go home.

Still concerned, I received a visit from a good friend and member of the administrative team.

She watched my class while I went to the restroom to splash cold water on my face.

I caught a glimpse of my pained expression in the mirror and knew what I had to do.

I went home.

Don’t teachers get summers off?

Let someone say, “At least you teachers have summers off.”


I would highly recommend non-teacher individuals who make those comments to consider shadowing a teacher for a day.

Reading this article is also enlightening.

I am not even saying VOLUNTEER or become a SUBSTITUTE, just follow us for 6.25 hours to widen your perspective.

Not willing to come down from your perch to give it a try?


Then I respectfully request, you drink a nice “warm glass of shut the {h-e-double hockey sticks} up”.

Didn’t think a Mindful Mamita could cuss?

I do, just ask my husband and children.

Here’s the thing, we are complex creatures with a multitude of characteristics that makes us unique, we are not just one way.

But, I digress.

This myth that teachers are free during the summer is pure fantasy.

Some of us have to complete professional development (sometimes unpaid), work another job to make ends meet or even teach summer school.

Then again, there’s teacher brain, that simply does NOT stop. You are thinking about your school kids, are they safe, did they have enough to eat and think about how to improve your lessons.

What will you do this summer?

Maybe you will squeeze in travel domestically now that restrictions have slackened.

Or you might restore the wreckage that once was your house.

Perhaps you will embrace being the partner, spouse, parent, sibling you don’t get to be during the school year.

Whatever you do teachers, please recognize, respect and revere the relentless role model you are.
Believe that your love and commitment to your school, community and world are honored here.

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