When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I have stepped in and out of classrooms, met different teachers and settled into the rhythm of each lesson. In doing so, I started to understand how I was meant to teach. Around the age of five, I fell in love with writing, reading, and the routine of school. It felt natural to me just as natural as it was for me.
For a while, though, I imagined a different path. At a brief point in my life, I thought I would become a cardiologist. This was a decision inspired by a Google search about how much they earned. I soon learned a different lesson. But even then, that dream never replaced the first one.
Now, 21 years later, I’m living out that 5 year old passion as a teacher. This August 1st will mark the beginning of my fifth year in the classroom. “Teaching years” have a way of feeling long and fleeting at the same time.
I get to wake up every day and live my dream. I teach at work, at home, at church, and within my community. I don’t take a single moment of it for granted. I’ve answered the calling placed on my life, and I walk it like I talk it.
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