Tribute To Teachers
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My Favorite Words of
Wisdom for Teachers
|The Hand Holders:
A Tribute To Caregivers
There is no job more important than yours,
no job anywhere else in the land.
You are the keepers of the future;
you hold the smallest of hands.
Into your care you are trusted
to nurture and care for the young,
and for all of your everyday heroics,
your talents and skills go unsung.
You wipe tears from the eyes of the injured.
You rock babies brand new in your arms.
You encourage the shy and unsure child.
You make sure they are safe from all harm.
You foster the bonds of friendships,
letting no child go away mad.
You respect and you honour their emotions.
You give hugs to each child when they're sad.
You have more impact than does a professor,
a child's mind is moulded by four;
so whatever you lay on the table
is whatever the child will explore.
Give each child the tools for adventure,
let them be artists and writers and more;
let them fly on the wind and dance on the stars
and build castles of sand on the shore.
It is true that you don't make much money
and you don't get a whole lot of praise,
but when one small child says "I love
you're reminded of how this job pays.
|I Am A Teacher
I am a counselor and psychologist to a
I am a police officer that controls a child gone
I am a travel agent scheduling our trips for the
I am a confidante that wipes a crying child's
I am a banker collecting money for a ton of
I am a librarian showing adventures that a
I am a custodian that has to clean certain little
I am a psychic that learns to know all that
everybody only guesses.
I am a photographer keeping pictures of a child's
When mother and father are gone for the day, I
I am a doctor that detects when a child is
I am a politician that must know the laws and
recognize a trick.
I am a party planner for holidays to celebrate
I am a decorator of a room, filling every wall.
I am a news reporter updating on our nation's
I am a detective solving small mysteries and
ending all suspense.
I am a clown and comedian that makes the children
I am a dietician assuring they have lunch or from
mine I give them half.
When we seem to stray from values, I become a
But I'm proud to have to be these people because
I'm proud to say, "I am a teacher."
|A Teacher's Creed
I believe I have been called by God to teach.
I believe in children...young and old...black and
white...rich and poor....each in need of
I believe in blackboards, chalk dust, textbooks,
and computers for each has a part in imparting
I believe the love I give to my students will
someday be reflected in their lives.
I believe the gift of teaching is not measured
simply by marks, enrollment, or the end of the
It is in the witness I give and the fullness of
the life lived by those I teach.
I believe I have the power to lead those in need
of learning to the threshold of their own minds.
I believe in my giftedness to use each of the
tools available no matter how new or old..for the
light of knowledge in the eyes of another is my
I believe teaching is more than tests, diplomas,
paperwork, and fundraising.
It is the values I breathe daily into
It is in the faith I share in Jesus...ever
changing and growing...never ending.
I believe my success today goes unnoticed...until
those i teach and touch can stand alone and say
"in my life I have learned..."
I believe if I have taught and touched one
person...in God's name...I have used my gift to
me justly..and can humbly say...
I believe in teaching....
I AM A TEACHER!!
Thirty years ago she began teaching
young children in their threes and fours;
she didn't know much about children at first,
but over time learned more and more.
She gave them hugs and wiped their tears,
and never left them alone;
she guided them through the small things,
which often turned out to be milestones.
Her first students are all grown now,
and she waves to them when they pass;
there's a banker, a writer, a lawyer, an artist,
and parents with children in her class.
To those who ask if she plays all day,
she says with a gleam in her eye
that she teachers bankers to add and subtract,
and artists the color of the sky.
She teaches the alphabet to writers,
and lawyers what it means to be fair;
she teaches politicians to take their turn,
and executives how to share.
She knows that what's learned in the sandbox
will influence them for years to come;
it's the little things that shape them,
so impressionable are the young.
If you too work with children,
and dance and sing and play,
don't forget that you shape the future
by whom you teach today.
by Tim Bete
|Only A Teacher?
I AM a teacher! What I do and say are being
absorbed by young minds who will echo these
images across the ages. My lessons will be
immortal, affecting people yet unborn, people I
will never see or know. The future of the world
is in my classroom today, a future with the
potential for good or bad. The pliable minds of
tomorrow's leaders will be molded either
artistically or grotesquely by what I do.
Several future presidents are learning from me
today; so are the great writers of the next
decades, and so are all the so-called ordinary
people who will make the decisions in a
democracy. I must never forget these same young
people could be the thieves and murderers of the
Only a teacher? Thank God I have a calling to the
greatest profession of all! I must be vigilant
every day lest I lose one fragile opportunity to
by Ivan Welton Fitzwater
When a teacher retired after forty years in the
classroom, there was a huge dinner for her.
People flocked to the affair, not only colleagues
and friends, but the numerous children, now grown
to adulthood, whom she had taught over the years.
They all came and many of them spoke. They spoke
of the teacher's kindness, of her understanding,
her sternness in the classroom coupled with her
lover of her students, and the special care she
took to see to it that every student learned.
Many of her former students attributed their
success in later life to the values and knowledge
they had learned as students in her classes.
Finally, it was the teacher's turn to speak, and
as the master of ceremonies introduced her, he
remarked that perhaps she would be willing to
share some of the secrets of her success in
"There's no secret to it," she said as
she began to speak. "On my first day of
teaching, forty years ago, I walked into the
classroom to find that my students had placed a
tack on my chair, put an apple with a worm in it
on my desk, and someone had written on the
chalkboard, 'You can't teach us nothing!'"
"Since that day, I have always checked my
chair before sitting down, never eaten anything
given to me by a student, and made it my special
project to see to it that every child in my class
"You see, within five minutes of that first
day, I knew that my bottom could stand the tack
and my stomach could survive the worm - but I
realized that my conscience would never forgive
me if I taught them 'NOTHING'"
come and go but every so often one comes along
that you'll always remember. One who makes
learning an adventure... and who can still
remember what it's like to be young and growing
up... The kind who can make you want to be the
very best you can be... Someone you can really
talk to, who really cares what happens to you...
That person is YOU!
|First Grade Teacher
bet you've tied a million shoes and dried a
million tears and given out a million hugs as a
teacher through the years. In my child's life,
the role that you've played has been a priceless
part and you must know the special place you hold
in my child's heart.
|The Molders of Their
are molders of their dreams. The gods who crush
their young beliefs of right or wrong. You are
the spark, that sets aflame the poet's hand or
lights the flame in some great young singer's
song. You are the gods of young - the very young.
You are the guardian of a million dreams. Your
smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart. Yours
are one hundred lives - one thousand lives. Yours
is the pride of loving them, the sorrow too. Your
patient work, your touch, make you the God of
hope That fills their souls with dreams, and
makes those dreams come true.
GOD CREATED TEACHERS.
When God created
He gave us special friends
To help us understand His world
And truly comprehend
The beauty and the wonder
Of everything we see,
And become a better person
With each discovery.
When God created
He gave us special guides
To show us ways in which to grow
So we can all decide
How to live and how to do
What's right instead of wrong,
To lead us so that we can lead
And learn how to be strong.
Why God created
In His wisdom and His grace,
Was to help us learn to make our world
A better, wiser place.
I didn't know that years of school and a college
degree would be of little
consolation when facing a room full of bright
little eyes on the
first day of school. I thought I was ready...
I didn't know that five minutes can seem like
five hours when there is
idle time and an eight hour school day far
too short for a
well-planned day of teaching.
I didn't know that teaching children was only a
fraction of my job.
No one tells you about the conferences and phone
calls, faculty meetings and
committees, paperwork and paperwork...
I didn't know that it took so long to cut out
letters, draw and color pictures,
laminate-all for those bulletin boards that were
always "just there"...
I didn't know that I would become such a
scavenger, and that teaching
materials would feel like pure gold in
I didn't know that an administration and
co-workers that support
and help you could make such a difference...
I didn't know that there would be children that I
loved and cared for
and stayed up late worrying about, who, one day,
would simply not show up.
And that I would never see them again...
I didn't know that I can't always dry little
tears and mend broken hearts.
I thought I could always make a difference...
I didn't know that the sound of children's
laughter could drown
out the sound of all the world's sadness...
I didn't know that children could feel so
A broken heart knows no age.
I didn't know that a single "yes ma'am"
from a disrespectful child
or a note in my desk that says "You're the
best!" could make me feel like
I'm on top of a mountain and forget the valleys I
forged to get there...
I never knew that after one year of teaching I
would feel so much
wiser, more tired, sadder and happier, all at
And that I would no longer call teaching my job,
but my privilege.
We Left You At The Door
by James Singleton
We took you down to
You're just beginning now;
Although this year you're five years old,
You seem so young somehow!
We didn't take you all the way,
For we'd been told before,
"Don't go into his room with him,
Just leave him at the door."
Up to this time we've always gone
And we have had a lot of fun
While traveling here and there;
But we well knew before it came,
We're parted more and more.
So many times we will stand outside
And leave you at the door.
You're growing up so very fast
It's hard to keep in step;
The fact of changing years is hard
For parents to accept.
You'll have to walk your path alone
No matter what's in store;
We'll bring you up to life's classroom,
Then leave you at the door.
While you were ours these tender years,
We treasured every day,
Full knowing that the time would come,
When you would go your way;
And though this love will still remain,
Within our heart's deep care,
Our eyes will sting to see you go
And leave us at the door!
Little Teddy Stoddard
"Three Letters From Teddy"
by Elizabeth Silance Ballard
There is a story
many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name
was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of
her 5th grade class on the very first day of
school, she told the children a lie. Like most
teachers, she looked at her students and said
that she loved them all the same. But that was
impossible, because there in the front row,
slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before
and noticed that he didn't play well with the
other children, that his clothes were messy and
that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would
actually take delight in marking his papers with
a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting
a big F at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was
required to review each child's past records and
she put Teddy's off until last.
However, when she reviewed his file, she was in
for a surprise.
first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is
a bright child with a ready laugh. He
does his work neatly and has good
manners...he is a joy to be around."
second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy
is an excellent student, well-liked by
his classmates, but he is troubled
because his mother has a terminal illness
and life at home must be a
third grade teacher wrote, "His
mother's death has been hard on him. He
tries to do his best but his father
doesn't show much interest and his home
life will soon affect him if some steps
fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy
is withdrawn and doesn't show much
interest in school. He doesn't have many
friends and sometimes sleeps in
By now, Mrs.
Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed
of herself. She felt even worse when her students
brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in
beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for
His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy,
brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs.
Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of
the other presents. Some of the children started
to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet
with some of the stones missing and a bottle that
was one quarter full of perfume.
But she stifled the children's laughter when she
exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it
on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.
Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just
long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today
you smelled just like my Mom used to."
After the children left she cried for at least an
hour. On that very day, she quit teaching
reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead,
she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid
particular attention to Teddy.
As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come
alive The more she encouraged him, the faster he
responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had
become one of the smartest children in the class
and, despite her lie that she would love all the
children the same, Teddy became one of her
A year later, she found a note under her door,
from Teddy, telling her that she was still the
best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note
from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished
high school, third in his class, and she was
still the best teacher he ever had in his whole
Four years after that, she got another letter,
saying that while things had been tough at times,
he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and
would soon graduate from college with the highest
of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was
still the best and favorite teacher he ever had
in his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another
letter came. This time he explained that after he
got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a
little further. The letter explained that she was
still the best and favorite teacher he ever had.
But now his name was a little longer. The letter
was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn't end there. You see, there was
yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd
met this girl and was going to be married. He
explained that his father had died a couple of
years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson
might agree to sit in the place at the wedding
that was usually reserved for the mother of the
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She
wore that bracelet, the one with several
rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was
wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his
mother wearing on their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard
whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank
you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank
you so much for making me feel important and
showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered
back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all
wrong. You were the one who taught me that I
could make a difference. I didn't know how to
teach until I met you."
IS A TEACHER?
A teacher is
someone who sees each child as a unique
person and encourages individual talents and
strengths. A teacher looks
beyond each child's face and sees inside
their souls. A teacher is
someone with a special touch and a ready
smile, who takes the time to listen to both sides
and always tries to be fair. A
teacher has a caring heart that respects and
understands. A teacher is someone who
can look past disruption and rebellion, and
recognize hurt and pain. A teacher teaches the
entire child, and helps to build confidence and
raise self-esteem. A teacher makes a
difference in each child's life, and affects each
family and the future of us all.
to go with a teacher gift
to help them as they grow,
Let this gift remind you,
You're the best teacher we know!
Poem to go with
a teacher gift
I chose this
special present because I wanted you to know,
That I'm grateful for your hard work in helping
me to grow.
For your constant understanding and for always
To tell me I can do it and to show me that you
Hundred Years from now
One Hundred Years from
It will not matter
what kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
how much money was in my bank account
nor what my clothes looked like.
But the world may be a better place because
I was important in the life of a child.
Lord, Please help me,
To strengthen their voices,
bodies and minds,
To express their feelings and
control them sometimes,
To explore what's near
and venture afar,
But most important to love
who they are.
CHILD IS THIS?.
"Whose child is
this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"
"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"
"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher
as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."
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