The essence of teaching

The essence of teaching lies in the indescribable love for my students. The most profound joy was witnessing their growth, transformation, and pure existence. I cherished discovering their laughter and tears, understanding their uniqueness.

There's an ache for the connection with fellow teachers, the sense of community, and the unwavering support. The memories of art lessons and heartfelt conversations linger like a comforting melody.

In the classroom chaos, they embraced me, celebrated my authenticity. Amidst the whirlwind of high needs, the challenges of Covid, and the weight of an intense workload, they saw an ally in me.

As I embark on the journey of homeschooling, the prospect excites me. It's about the freedom to delve deep into their worlds, to kindle that spark of wonder. The allure of the Magic Beach beckons—an escape into nature's embrace, a sanctuary of tranquility.

The early morning strolls, a prelude to the bustling day, accompanied by the aroma of coffee and the play of shadows, echo with a quietude that fuels my spirit.

With the autonomy of homeschooling comes the luxury of self-care. The resources for flowers, the precious freedom to prioritize myself without guilt, illuminates the path ahead.

Amidst memories and aspirations, challenges and joys, teaching remains a profound vocation. It's not just about what I gave to them; it's what they gifted me—the love, growth, and the realization that teaching is a journey of shared evolution.