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A leader

Being unemployed has given me time to enjoy my daughter in a way most working parents don't often encounter.  It has felt like an extension of maternity leave but rather than a crying infant whom I barely know, I have this energetic toddler who clings to my leg and now freely leans in to give me sloppy kisses (or melts her entire being on the floor when offering a tantrum).  This time has been frustrating, exhausting, and yet totally amazing.

I've been interviewing for jobs and enjoying the chance to reflect deeply on what I'd like to do next.  I wasn't sure where my train was headed next and I even considered going back into the classroom as an infant teacher as the "easy" solution.  Nothing about being an infant teacher is easy.  And I'm not sure I could work in an environment where I don't have the authority to be an agent of change.

I like being a leader.  I love working with teachers to help them grow as professionals.  There's nothing I like more than a challenge.

I have been doing some consulting with an agency to help teachers earn their CDA and I overheard one yesterday say she wants to be a "real teacher."  I put down my pen and looked at her and said, "If you were my daughter's teacher and I heard you say that, I would be devastated.  You are a teacher and your students love you.  The work you're doing now in Early Head Start is so valuable.  I hope you know that."  I think I stunned her.

But it's true.

Why don't we give more love to our early childhood professionals?  I've pondered on this before and I still don't have an answer.  I do think that we've done a better job appreciating/acknowledging/compensating preschool teachers, however our birth to three staff are often left in the dark.

I interviewed for a position at a for-profit child care center and though I was hesitant at first (all of my experience has been non-profit), I realize that the trials are still very similar.  Our teachers need to feel loved and safe so they can offer that same warm feeling to their students in a parallel process.  And that is something I'm good at.  For all of my faults, I am an excellent cheerleader and team motivator and I hope this is something that I find in a new position, wherever that may be.

xo
Mama Porch

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