Slice of Life Tuesday is hosted by Two Writing Teachers
Last weekend, my husband and I spent hours and hours choosing sites, preparing the ground, and planting everything from rhubarb to blue berry bushes. Each young plant came with a few general instructions about how to go about this endeavor, and a note of caution: these plants were young, it would be several years before we could expect any blossoms or fruits.
We knew this. We were planting for the future, for our children and their children, and for who ever else may own our farm years and years from now. Still, we took care to research what was needed for each variety of plant, to find the spot that would give them the best chance to thrive, and to prepare the soil with what each needed. And, in the weeks and months and years ahead, we will tend to them.
Teacher nerd that I am, I (of course!) was making many connections between gardening and teaching. We plant for the future, and we teach for the future. We plant hoping that, with the right kind of nurturance, things will take root, grow bit by bit, blossom here and there, and eventually thrive and bloom with consistency, year after year. We teach, day after day, with that same faith and hope.
The end of each gardening day, of collecting assorted gardening tools and storing away the bone meal, peat moss, and the like, felt very much like the end of my teaching day -collecting notebooks, storing away our pencils and pens, and restoring order to our classroom library.
In these last few weeks of the school year, I want to hold on to each moment of our classroom lives. I see so much growth already, and yet I know that I will not be there to witness the flourishing. Soon, and ever after, my kids will be tended to by other teaching hands. They are ready to go…we have done good work this year, and they are prepared for the journey ahead…
…but I have begun missing them already.