Tree trimming at my house has caused me to think about what it takes to make us stronger and keeps us growing in our quest to teach children. The noise outside is deafening and somewhat scary. Big machines and many men are cutting, pulling, and chopping away at my beautiful old oak trees. I know when their work is finished the trees will be healthier and can live longer. But it is painful while the work is in process.
How like our job. Teachers have to sometimes graph a new set of rules into a child to help that child become more self-directed. At times we cut out activities so that more time is dedicated to skills that each child will need in order to grow straight and strong. In the end the child may remember what we taught but we probably will not see the end product.
The big oak trees should still be standing even when I am gone and the end product will be enjoyed by another family in another time. How like the work of a teacher.