So God Made a Teacher Collection (Sale!) ➔

I teach middle school.  

I know all the current slang, but I can’t pull it off. I know the names of YouTubers, but I don’t subscribe. I Google things mid-day just to know what my students are talking about. 

I teach middle school. 

Each morning, my students slide into class knowing I have a daily schedule written on the whiteboard. They fall into their seats, socialize, and wait for me to request their attention. Most have been awake less than an hour, and it’s my job to wake them up. 

I teach middle school. 

“Sit up, don’t lay down,” I say. “Take the bottle cap out of your mouth.” “Don’t sit on your friends.” “Stop calling people sus.” “Why are you wandering the room?” “Did you just call me sus?” 

I teach middle school. 

RELATED: 7 Things Your Middle School Daughter Needs To Hear From You

I deal with a lot of attitude. I hear the word “Ugh” a lot. I am rarely their favorite person. They don’t want to take notes, or work quietly, or write essays. I have to make them do it anyway

Yes, I teach middle school. It’s my job. And, I thank God I get to do it. 

I get to pour into my students each day. I get to take part in their growing-up storiesthe awkward, the difficult, and the sweet victorious moments. I get to help them figure out their interests and embrace their gifts. I get to pray over them on hard days and cheer for them on good days. I get to laugh with them. I get to learn from them. 

I get to teach middle school. 

I get to know my students. The girl who writes fantasy fiction and worships with lifted hands. The boy who aims to be on the Fortune 500 one day. The girl with the contagious laugh. The twin brothers who couldn’t be more different. The girl who always steps up to lead.

RELATED: Dear Moms of Middle School Boys, I’m Counting on You

The artist. The entertainer. The future photographer and currently quiet observer. The one always reading a book. The helper. The boy who never gives up. The girl who likes doing homework.

I teach middle school because behind each slang word, giggle, or video game reference is a unique and wonderful child of God. 

Sarah Whitman

Sarah Whitman is a writer and mother living in Tampa, Fl. As the religion columnist for the Tampa Bay Times, she covers a broad range of faith and spiritual-related topics. She also contributes parenting columns. She recently started a poetry page on Facebook and welcomes mothers to submit their writings to the site. Visit Mama Dickinson at www.facebook.com/mamadickinson. Visit 1mamadickinson on Instagram.

So God Made a Teacher

In: Kids, School
So God Made a Teacher www.herviewfromhome.com

He said, “Let the little children come to me,” but He knew they would need someone in this life to love, nurture, and guide them. So God made a teacher. He needed someone to inspire curiosity and creativity. Someone to create more Pinterest boards for math manipulatives and bulletin board ideas than recipes or home decor. Someone to create a comfortable, inviting space where learning would feel natural. So God made a teacher. He knew the little children would need someone to welcome them each August with genuine excitement. Someone to walk back-to-school aisles with enthusiasm, filling a cart with...

Keep Reading

Somewhere Along the Way, Your Child Became Mine Inside This Classroom

In: Kids, Living
teacher student classroom appreciation www.herviewfromhome.com

Thank you for sharing your child with me this school year. August is a natural high for teachers. We work all summer to renew ourselves and gear up for a fresh school year. We eagerly print, laminate, color, glue, staple, and decorate in preparation for the arrival of our precious new students. The hype is invigorating. The school year gets going and we are consumed with building relationships and teaching structure and routine. We work hard to cultivate a safe and engaging learning community for all students to thrive in. Our goal is to discover how each kid learns, what their likes...

Keep Reading

We All Need a Teacher Like Ms. Brenda

In: Living
Woman in photo booth, color photo

Sometimes I can’t figure out what matters.  It’s complicated, I think, defining what’s important in a life. It feels like packing a bag for the airport. If you cram it all in there, everything gets smooshed and unrecognizable, and it ends up a whole lot heavier than it looks. And then other times it’s like a rank order situation, where no two values can be tied for the same spot. You can’t truly do good and make a lot of money at the same time. Choose one. You can’t have a successful career and a healthy family life. Choose one....

Keep Reading

Get our FREE phone wallpaper to encourage you as the new school year begins

It's bittersweet for a mother to watch her child grow—but you both are ready to soar.