Being a teacher, I sometimes wonder if I've said the right thing.
I wonder if the words of "wisdom" I am offering to these precious little lives are really all that wise.
Today I had one of those moments when I though,
I hope what I am babbling makes any sense.
I hope that the words that I'm stumbling over are making this crying little girl feel better.
And this time, I felt like maybe it didn't. I felt like maybe what I wanted to say was, "I remember being 11! And it's hard no matter what you do! And the next few years aren't going to get any easier! Your friends will be mean to you, you'll be mean back, it will "ruin" your life, and break your little heart, and you'll have no idea what to do, and you'll want to disappear! And the crazy thing is, you probably wont talk to any of these friends by the time you get to high school anyway, and you'll look back at this and laugh at how silly it all was!"
But, I know better, because when you're 11, and you're right in the middle of it, nothing a teacher can say is really going to make that go away.
So instead I said, "I'm so sorry you're feeling that way. I'm here for you. I will always be here for you."
Even though this exchange happened hours ago, and she may have even forgotten about it, here I am, still thinking about what I said.
I think about what I try to teach them each day, about their academic subjects, sure, but even more about life. And how much I hope for them to be always happy and healthy. And how much I want them to overcome every obstacle they face. And how much their little broken hearts break mine. I sit here wondering if I had even been the least bit influential today.
And I wonder if these precious little lives know how much they influence me.