Today I love the teachers in my world, the formal ones and the informal ones. I love that my family was full of them in the generations that guided me. I love that I was taught not only how to learn but also to respect those who taught me. I love that I am aware that, though there are bad teachers in this world, the ones who really are bad stand out because they don’t care and the ones who think they are bad stand out because they actually care almost too much, as if that were possible. I love that my best memories from school were of teachers who made me feel like I was okay and that meant more to me than all the lessons. I love that from this vantage I realize I learned more when I was made to feel like I counted, and less when I was made to feel incapable. I love that every time I excelled it was because I wanted to and knew I could, while every time I failed it was because I was unable to care and had been led to believe that I didn’t matter. I love that the good teachers in my family were many and I never found a bad one. I love that in later years I discovered that several of my favorite teachers were actually related to me, my distant cousins, and that reminded me that my family were teachers. I love that when I meet a good teacher I am compelled to believe that they are a group of humanity that recognizes needs that must be met in this world, and I am grateful for those people. I love that as I go through life, learning all the time, I am aware that I am learning still from those amazing teachers I’ve had, the ones who cared, the ones who taught me to think and to question and to learn.
Today I love that I am in my Wednesday office working away diligently at my jobs and reminding myself that all I know came from the knowledge of others and my ability to learn and reason and those skills were taught to me. I love that I got so much done yesterday even though I was moving at a casual and unconcerned pace. I love that I managed to do lots of laundry, cook supper, bake a bunch, write lots, and still had some time to relax a bit. I love that tomorrow will be more of yesterday without the laundry stuff and more squares in the baking department than loaves.
Today I love that this is a frosted and cold day that challenges me to survive and I intend to accept that challenge and succeed at the goal. I love my mittens and my hat and my big old parka. I love my felt pack boots and wish that I had worn them, what was I thinking, though they are a bit clumsy as coffee shop attire.
Today I love drinking coffee in the Wednesday office with the festive holiday lights on and the decorations on the hooks and the seasonal music playing in the background while I write and plan tomorrows kitchen adventures.