Thank God it´s friday!
Maitreya - Thursday, January 19, 2012
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I had heard that it is never wise to work with animals or children, but I ignored this ancient wisdom and took the job anyway. A bit of snot, a few tears. I mean, how hard can it be to deal with a few kids?
Whoops, how wrong I was!
Recently, I was offered a job working as a school teacher. I had heard that it is never wise to work with animals or children, but I ignored this ancient wisdom and took the job anyway. I mean, how hard can it be to deal with a few kids? A bit of snot, a few tears. I´ve been teaching Ascension for years, how different could it be?
Whoops, how wrong I was!
Facing 20 screaming kids, charging all over the place, not really sure what I am meant to be doing, or how, was a little bit different to the calm tranquility of a First Sphere Ascension course, full of adults eager to learn about inner peace.
"Ulrick stole my wooden horse."
"Rebecca hit me."
"I have lost my ball, Daniel stole it (followed by tears)."
Yes, it was quite different. Certainly a new situation for me, and one that became a real test of how peaceful I am. It is easy to be peaceful when I am in control of my environment, but in a classroom that resembled world war III (only scarier), it was a bit different. I tried to do the right thing, I tried to be a good teacher, I tried to be nice, I tried to tell them off, I tried, I tried, I tried. Yes, that was my first mistake.
Luckily, pain can be a very good friend. It tends to remind us of what we want. After my worst Monday ever, with little darlings tearing all over the place, ignoring everything I said and generally doing a very good impersonation of a tribe of baboons on a sugar overdose, I realised that my desire to do a "good job" was much greater than my desire for happiness.
Then, a rather magical thing happened. I realised that I was not doing very well at this teaching malarky (I can be a bit slow sometimes). So, I talked to one of the other teachers, and the next day I decided that I was not going to focus on the pupils, instead, I was going to focus on myself. I was going to have a peaceful and relaxed time.
I walked into the school that day with an excitement and trepidation at what might happen. As I pulled open the front door of the school I uttered a little prayer, took a deep breath, and went to work. I had the best, easiest most relaxed day so far. The kids were kind, relaxed and helpful. I had some great chats with them, and we all enjoyed tea, heated over an old iron fire. It was magic. What have I learned? That putting my own peace first may not make me the best teacher in the world, but it makes me a happy one.
Have a lovely day.




Comments
Nice inspiration!
That's very funny!! My own peace first- I'll remember that next time work seems a bit too important. Thanks :-)
We grow through meeting other people. Your peaceful sunshine nourishes the kids and makes you a beautiful and real teacher, one of the kind that they remember later on. This meeting on the personal level makes true learning possible! Welcome on board!
Thanks for expressing your thoughts so clearly. It gives me growing confidence in just to live in peace and trust the rest comes effortlessly. Look forward to your future adventures with our kids!
Yes, working with kids is great fun. A real challenge for me to let go, be more sensitive to situations and to always look in the bright side of life.
Thanks for your comments, I appreciate them.
Thanks for this. Made me laugh, as well as relate. The Bright Path certainly leaves me gifts a lot,
Mary from Wisconsin
This wa great fun reading:) I began work as a teacher last August, age 52 and after many years working with controlled grown ups! The first two weeks I slept like I was fainted everyt night. thank you for the advice! I will think even more about my own peace hereafter.
PS, I love beeing with the children, they are so honest and give me great fun!
Thank you so much for charing this experience anf again reminding me of the most importen "thing" in my life-Stilness-Ingvild
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