This first year of full time teaching has left me with some apprehension at times. I put so much pressure on myself. No matter how many times I hear I'm doing a good job, I am still insecure and seed of self-doubt enter my head.
I know I've been called to be a teacher. I know I am lucky to share my passion with my students. I love my content area, and I love my students. However, sometimes I get so caught up in my own insecurities that even my facade cracks. I'm pretty good at hiding my insecure and only letting it out with the people closest to me.
This week, I had situations with several students that reinforced I am doing what I've been called to do. I'm teaching what I'm supposed to be teaching, and until I'm certain the signs I'm receiving show me otherwise I'm where I'm supposed to be. When I teach, it's about the students: reaching them, helping them, being a kind face they can see every day. When you see the concept finally click or when the child later thanks you for your patience and time explaining an idea, that's when you know you're doing right.
I love every day of my calling.
Have you found yours?