Today, a friend and I were working on a task that wasn't necessarily fun. He made the comment, "I'm still wondering why we do this." Me, too. Have you ever stopped to think about why we do what we do?
Why do teachers keep trudging onward amidst mad parents, troubled children and standardized tests? Why do people spend their Sunday evenings cleaning up a community center instead of enjoying a restful day? Why do farmers toil long hours with the hope (not guarantee) of making a crop?
The only thing I can come up with is it's how people are raised (sorry, Mrs. Smith--I know it is reared, but it sounds so funny**). It must be ingrained in us or genetic. Something continues to push people to go the extra mile, to do what is difficult rather than easy, to believe in the impossible.
And, I am thankful for that something.
**Mrs. Smith was my high school English, reading and Spanish teacher. She always said, "You raise corn and rear children." I am grateful to her for teaching me many things.
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I can hear her telling us. I hope I can make things stick for my kids (all). I knew that something like that would happen. I really would have helped. Thanks for doing what you do!!
also pictures are hung and people are hanged...I know it has nothing to do with your post, but just a Mrs. Smithism
Christy, I'm sure you are making things stick. Sunday was no big deal--
Jen--thanks for reminding me about that one--might come in handy in 4th grade writing.
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