Last year was a banner year for me in teaching. I had a special group of kids that I’ll never forget. They cared about each other, they worked together well, they were thoughtful and they wanted to grow. I felt like I made a connection with each one. I attributed that partly to the fact that I only had twenty students, at least four less than I had ever had before and eight or so less than I have most years. That doesn’t sound like much, but when it’s translated into attention per ten-year-old, it goes a long way.
Only about a week
ago, as I began to think in more concrete terms about this school year, it
occurred to me that maybe my amazing past year wasn’t totally due to the smaller
class size. Granted I’m probably looking
for a silver lining because I’m back up to 28 students this year, but I’d like
to think I could achieve that same sense of classroom community and trust no
matter the class size. As I was
preparing for this year, I remembered a new tradition I had started and sensed God
saying to me, “Maybe that’s why you had such a good year.”
My new tradition
is this: last summer, I counted back from the first day of school the number of
students on my roster. Then, I made a
list of one student to pray for each day.
I also looked up their pictures in an old yearbook so I could picture
the child I was praying for that day.
(The added benefit of that is you know a lot of their names at Open
House- a real parent pleaser and it makes the child comfortable right off the
bat.)
What do you pray
for, you might ask? I pray for the whole
child, because that whole child will be walking through my classroom door every
morning. That whole child, academically but also socially and emotionally, will
be my responsibility for seven hours a day for a whole year. It all matters- their home life, their
self-esteem, their attitude toward others, their past school experiences, their
friendships….and yes, their little soul.
I pray that each one of them will see Jesus in me and feel His love
through me every single day.
I do NOT believe
that we get the answer we want to the prayers we pray every single time. But I DO believe that prayer improves
situations every single time. When we
pray, the conversation with God improves our perspectives, our hearts, our
relationships, and our attitudes. And if
we could get those four things in line, it would make all the difference in our
classrooms (and our lives). Maybe that’s
what happened last year in Room 319. And
it’s what I’m praying for again this year, starting this week.
I don’t share
this to sound holy or together. In
truth, I choose to do this intentionally now because I know I won’t be together
enough to pray this specifically each morning once those 28 little faces greet
me each day (though I should). I share
this in hopes that some of you will take it as a challenge. If you’re a teacher, do something
similar. If you aren’t a teacher, make a
list of kids you know and start “praying
them up,” as a dear, praying older lady in my church who is also a good friend
of mine would say.
If there’s
anything that breaks my heart about teaching, it’s this observable fact: it’s not
easy being a kid these days. Pray them up. They need it, they’ll feel it, and I choose
to believe it will change their situations somehow. Believe it with me.