Saturday, September 28, 2019

Teachers--Let's Tell our Real Story


I am a teacher.  And I’m tired.  Not tired in the way that we always hear of teachers being tired--overworked, stressed, defeated.  I’m tired of the story we tell ourselves about teachers and teaching.  We post blogs and share videos of overwhelmed teachers with a heart of gold, share articles about why so many teachers are leaving the profession, describe in detail all the challenges of our profession.  They are all true--trust me, I know.  I live and work with educators.  We are tired.  But I want to challenge us to something better.  I think it’s time to change the sob story.  Because, let’s be honest, it isn’t working.

We are still fighting for fair wages and smaller class sizes and resources.  Complaining about how much we work and how unfair our demands are and how much we sacrifice our family and our free time just isn’t getting us anywhere.  Truthfully, my brothers and sisters, almost everyone I know is also overworked, stressed, and defeated.  My friends who work in health care, or in corporate offices, or in social work agencies, or in graphic design agencies are also struggling to pay their student loans and to deal with difficult coworkers and to balance their family and personal lives.  As Cherry taught Pony Boy in the Outsiders--guys, “it’s rough all over”.  Complaining louder isn’t changing anything.  Teachers have tried to be the squeakiest wheel for years and we still get the shaft--low pay, low respect, low resources to do our jobs.

Even more importantly, complaining about how difficult things are and how overwhelmed we are demeans all the work we do every day.  Teaching is hard--that’s no lie.  It is time tell the REAL story behind our work.  That we do a difficult job with care and competence and we deserve to be proud. My friends who show up to work every day are damn good at it!  We are experts in our field, experts in our content area, experts in social and emotional development, experts in data review, experts in curriculum design, and experts in collaboration.  We are experts because it’s our job and we are supposed to be.  

We teach children that letters and sounds are connected and that they form syllables and words.  We teach children that numbers have predictable patterns and relationships.  We teach children that stories follow certain structures and that all living things are interconnected and that ancient societies affect our lives today.  We teach those ideas to six-year-olds.  It’s is our job, because we are teachers.

We take complex skills like balancing chemical equations and calculating rate of change and break them down into manageable steps so that twelve-year-old students can master them.  We take universal concepts like the dehumanization of marginalized groups, or the development of identity, or coming of age, or solving problems in society and we make those concepts relevant to teenagers.  It is our job, because we are teachers.

We take those steps and concepts and plan lessons where every student is engaged in the task, communicate clearly the expectations, collect evidence of student understanding, analyze the data with our peers, and plan better lessons to teach the ones who need more help, or to extend the learning of those who already understand.  We analyze state and national data to ensure that our teaching is making an impact.  We hone in on individual students who are struggling and we teach them creatively and responsively until they master the skills.  It is our job, because we are teachers.

We collaborate with coaches and specialists, we attend workshops, we read professional books, and we watch webinars.  We constantly work to refine and reform our craft.   We seamlessly integrate technology that didn't exist when we were students, that didn't even exist last year.  We support each other and challenge each other to do better when we know better.  It is our job, because we are teachers.

We learn about diverse cultures, we make connections with students who lack connections in their lives, we empower the weak and we temper the wicked.  We build communities of life-long learners, who care for each other, and support each other.  We collaborate with teams of people (parents, advocates, social workers, psychologists, specialist, and administrators) to ensure that every student receives the free and appropriate education that he or she deserves.  Sometimes, we may not even like some of those people, but we do it because they are part of our team and they matter in our students’ lives.  It is our job, because we are teachers.

We are overworked and underpaid.  Let’s stop telling stories of overwhelmed, stressed, and defeated teachers.  Let’s start celebrating effective, competent, and empowered teachers.  I know we are there because I work with them every day.  Imagine if someone in power finally told us, “I know your job is tough and demanding.  That’s why we need someone as powerful as you to do it.  And we are going to pay you a fair wage for all of your expertise and knowledge.”    We do a vital service to society and we deserve to celebrate that.  We deserve to expect fair compensation and resources because we are kick-ass makers of positive change.  My friends, let’s tell THAT story.




Sunday, May 12, 2019

#blessed on Mother's Day

#blessed:  the image of the perfect mother, with the perfectly dressed and well-behaved children, in a perfectly organized and clean house.  I really struggle with it.  I can't believe it's real.  It seems to me to be less #blessed and more #lucky or #liar.

Lately, in the midst of raising a few young children, teaching other children, and preparing a message for Mother's Day Sunday, I've been considering the role of mothers and the role of shepherds, especially the Good Shepherd.  And how the miracle and mystery of the incarnation affects all of us.  And what #blessed might really mean.

The reading for the week was: John 10:22-30
At that time the festival of the Dedication took place in Jerusalem. It was winter, and Jesus was walking in the temple, in the portico of Solomon. So the Jews gathered around him and said to him, "How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Messiah, tell us plainly." Jesus answered, "I have told you, and you do not believe. The works that I do in my Father's name testify to me; but you do not believe, because you do not belong to my sheep. My sheep hear my voice. I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one will snatch them out of my hand. What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father's hand. The Father and I are one."

In this reading, we hear Jesus continuing the story of the Good Shepherd.  His followers keep asking him if he is the Messiah.   So he says again, “I have told you, and you do not believe.”

I can almost hear the frustration in Jesus’s voice.  It’s like he’s saying, “I just told you!  Are you listening to me?”  Are you listening to me?  That must be the most common phrase uttered by a mother of young children (maybe any children).  I swear, I say it a million times a day--to my students, to my children, and to my husband.

We have all heard about how difficult sheep can be--smelly, not so smart, stubborn.  Every year on the Good Shepherd sermon week, we hear about how sheep aren’t easy to deal with and being a shepherd is not very glamorous.  So, today, Jesus is speaking to his people as if they are sheep and he is caring for them.  They don’t understand, so he is explaining it one more time, a little louder and a little slower.  And he says to them, “What my Father has given me is greater than all else, and no one can snatch it out of the Father's hand. The Father and I are one."

Here is the beauty of this passage.  Jesus was given grace by the Father.  Through him, we receive that grace.  And how did Jesus come to be standing there proclaiming this grace?  He became incarnate of the Virgin Mary, came to life as a vulnerable baby, and was MOTHERED into this messy, real life, where he became the shepherd to the people of God.

Jesus was MOTHERED into being.  Babies don’t grow up on their own.  In order for a child to thrive, or even survive, another human being must act as a mother--must MOTHER the child.  And Jesus wasn’t mothered by the Mother of the Year, a woman of property, agency, and status, a woman who had proven her child-rearing ability by producing leaders and dignitaries.  He was born of an unwed, teenage mother, and raised in a blended family (Joseph was his step-father, after all).  

I like to think of the Virgin Mary as a young mother.  To imagine her, just as harried and just as tired as the rest of us with young children.  I bet that if Mary had a Facebook page, it wouldn’t be filled with well-dressed, perfectly posed pictures of the Holy Family at the dinner table, or on vacation at the beach, or on their way to temple.  I bet it would be full of real-life moments--the nitty-gritty of raising children.   

My other mom-friends continually text each our own versions of #blessed.  Whenever we are overcome with the messy, frustrating reality of life, we text each other.  Things like: The washing machine is broken.  Guess I don’t have to do laundry today.  #blessed  My child threw up all over me.  At least it didn’t get in my mouth.  #blessed.  None of my children bit anyone today.  #blessed.  I think Mary would be like us.  I mean, Jesus wasn’t a piece of cake to manage, I expect.  After all, when he was a teenager, he got sassy with the other teachers in the temple and refused to leave town with his parents.  It took them days to find him.  I bet the Blessed Virgin Mother wasn’t feeling quite to blessed at that moment.  Thought I lost my kid.  Turned out he was just hanging out at the Temple.  #blessed

All sarcasm aside, I am truly blessed by my children and the friends who are raising their children by my side.  As my wise mother friends often remind me with a wink and an understanding smile, “children are a blessing…”

We are blessed by the love of God and we bless each other when we share it.

The grace that God has given us in Jesus Christ was raised by a mother and is returned to man through our relationships with God and with each other.  We bring about the kingdom of God through our relationships.  We mother and shepherd each other through the messy, loud, frustration of life.

Today, we are all #blessed.