Our daughter Morgan, new grad student and brand-new third-grade teacher!
Teachers. Itís that time of year.
For me, itís that time of life. My baby girl, the one who used to dress in prairie dresses channeling the Ingalls girls, and drag out some small congregation of dolls and/or stuffed animals, and hold court under the sun and on the grass with them Ė this same child has a brand new teacher badge and her name on a door a few hours away in a South Carolina elementary school. Third grade.
I could not be more proud, and Iím looking forward to a quick trip to help her finish setting up her classroom in a couple of days. I remember with utmost fondness my third grade teacher in Florida, Mrs. Ashton, and Iím certain there will be a few wide-eyed young faces in this state who will remember Morgan decades down the road, too.
So, today, this Poetry Friday is for you, Morgan! And ALL of you wonderful Poetry Friday folks who give yourselves to the next generation in schools, libraries, on school visitsÖ. This poem might not be appropriate for the wall of a third-grade classroom, but itís appropriate for the walls in every teacherís heart. (Many of you know it already, Iím sure, but maybe the newbies donít Ė and itís worth reading again!)
What Teachers Make
by Taylor Mali
He says the problem with teachers is
Whatís a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life
was to become a teacher?
He reminds the other dinner guests that itís true
what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who canít, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that itís also true what they say about lawyers.
Because weíre eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.
I mean, youíre a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?
And I wish he hadnít done tható Ö
(Please click here to read the rest. You have to read the rest!)
Our youngest, Seth, actually got to go to the Dodge Poetry Festival a couple of years ago, where Taylor Mali was a featured poet (and Sethís favorite). Why was my son there? An incredible teacher took him.
Speaking of incredible teachers, Mary Lee has todayís Roundup over at A Year of Reading