Patience, Truth, and Six Sweet Faces

I inherited my mother's patience - and that's saying something.  She's the most patient person I know.  So when I tell you that recently in my classroom I've been at the end of my patience, that's really saying something.  It takes a lot to get me to that point.

Last week, I started asking myself, What's the problem? and I came to one simple answer.  Maybe I'm just not good at classroom management.  Maybe I'm just not a good teacher.

Thankfully, God has a way of bringing the truth to light even (and maybe especially) in the midst of my doubt.

Just as these thoughts were forming in my mind, God sent two veteran preschool teachers on a team that was visiting from the States.  These teachers were incredible.  They gave me a few practical ideas to try in my classroom, helped me work on my upcoming social studies unit (cultures around the world), and most importantly gave me encouragement.

They told me that I'm doing everything right, insisted that I really am a good teacher, and reminded me that in my classroom we may not have it all together, but together we have it all.