Contentment

In a third grade class I found a book on the teacher’s desk called hugs for Teachers. One of the passages read, “But really, you want it this way. It’s the way it was for you. You yourself are a ring from someone else’s splashing rock. Like branches of shade, your effort doesn’t stop here. It goes on to cool other souls. Like you, it will reach out, comfort, shelter, and accept.” It’s little sentiments like this that must keep teachers going on. In fact, in spite of all my complaining here in these chronicles, I have never enjoyed anything so much.