Last week another devastating school shooting rocked the lives of people all over America. Since the tragic shooting people have been coming out everywhere with how they think the problem should be solved to help prevent future tragedies like this from happening again. Whether it is stricter gun laws, people with mental health issues receiving proper care, or even encouraging/requiring teacher to get their concealed weapons permit so they can carry a gun while they are teaching, this is a debate that won’t have a solution to anytime soon. Unfortunately, until people see eye to eye we won’t have solutions for this problem.
A letter was just written and it is being passed around to teachers everywhere and it is leaving them speechless.
According to Love What Matters,“I’ve been trying to write this for two days. I keep writing and erasing, writing and erasing.
Because the truth is, I can’t find enough words of gratitude for what it is you do for all of us on a daily basis.
I started to think back to my own years of schooling and all of the amazing educators I was fortunate enough to have. Every single one of you were brilliant, even those that I didn’t care for, especially the ones I didn’t care for because I probably learned the most from you.
Your patience, your dedication, your passion. It all resonated with me. I remember your names, your faces, your messages, your encouragement, your wisdom, your individual skill sets, your special qualities that made you unique, your ability to remember our names 20 years later, your ability to show up for us.
You set me up for success to brave this world. You paved the way for me and all of your students because that’s what you signed up to do.
You chose your career on sheer selflessness. You chose it on passion. You chose it based on the love for children. The love to educate our youth and to make them better. We are all keenly aware that you didn’t choose this path based on the financial reward.
You spend your own money on supplies, you have very little free time in the evenings and on weekends. You spend those hours grading papers, answering parents’ emails and texts, planning, conferencing, organizing, thinking, crafting.
Now I have a school-aged child of my own. In the most violent time in history, I’m raising a child. And you, dear teachers, are raising my child right along with me, carrying burdens that I cannot fathom.
You spend more time with our children on a daily basis than we do during the course of the week. You know them better than we do in some aspects. You have tasks so large that we as parents cannot reconcile in our minds how you manage not only the personalities of 15 to 60 students, but of their parents too.
You are an educator, a babysitter, a therapist, a nurse, a referee, a judge, a mediator, an analyst, a friend, a confidant, a mentor, and a coach all rolled into one. There’s no other profession like yours where you have to wear so many hats.
You have to bear the brunt of how much each and every one of us suck at parenting in a million different ways.
And here, in 2018, you now have to enter your school on a daily basis faced with a fear so large, so insurmountable, that my heart aches for you. In addition to all of the responsibilities you already have, you now have to worry, and even prepare, to take a bullet for our kids. You have to have that additional nagging stress of ‘what if today is the day it’s our school?’
I just can’t sit with that comfortably. It rocks me to my core that this is what it’s come to.
And as I scroll through social media today, I see some offering up your services to arm you with guns, train you to also be policemen and women of our schools to combat the evilness that has penetrated our schools over and over. Some want you to bear that load of being the one to pull the trigger in the face of danger, of delineating and diffusing a violent situation, basically taking on a second profession, wear yet another hat.
I see these people, most whom are not teachers, offering this as a solution without even asking you how you feel about it, without even considering the tremendous responsibilities you already carry without having to also worry about carrying a concealed weapon.
And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry so much has fallen on you. It’s unfair. All of it.
So much stress, so much worry, so much anxiety, so much thought process that already goes into your daily grind. I cannot imagine how this all feels to you right now.
As a parent, I have felt sick to my stomach this week when I’ve dropped my child off to school. I should never have to have the thought in my mind that this might be the last time I see her when she’s simply going to school, a place that should obviously be a safe haven.
I cannot imagine how you feel inside these buildings in these times of uncertainty, with the amount of tragic events happening weekly within schools’ walls. It’s too heavy.
And I want you to know I’m fighting for change.
I am one fed up mama. I’m fed up for our children and I’m fed up for you, our educators. And I’m pledging to fight until we see more and more years pass before the next tragedy, not just days.
I will fight until there’s a time when this is all a distant memory and we can look back and say, ‘man, that was a scary time but look how far we’ve come.’ I will fight for schools to be a safer place and fight for a day when you feel like you don’t have to have your guard up. I promise I’m fighting.
I know we can do this and we will but in the meantime, teachers…thank you.
Thank you for showing up.
I will never have enough words of gratitude and thankfulness.
You are true heroes. My words will never fill that statement with enough power.”
Teachers definitely do not get the credit that they deserve. Last week we reported the heroic acts that teachers did during the school shooting but it goes much deeper than that. They are everyday heroes to children out there and they are changing their lives on a daily basis.