Kindred Spirits

You might be a kindergarten teacher like me. Or a teacher of another grade. 

We are kindred spirits.

You might have a small class. 15 – 18 students. Or you may have 21 kids like I do. Or 24 like my neighbor. Or more. 

We are kindred spirits.

Your kids may have PE a couple of times a week, or not at all, or every day like mine.

We are kindred spirits.

You may have to give your kids periodic standardized tests. Or you may be able to write your own assessments. You may have to do lots of these assessments online or on an iPad or by pencil and paper. You might be able to observe your kids and use anecdotal notes to help determine what to teach next and how to teach it.

We are kindred spirits. 

All your kids may have come to you knowing English as their first and only language. Some of your kids may speak another language at home and English at school. Maybe most of your students never heard much English at all before starting school and they might not be allowed to speak it at home once they start learning. 

We are kindred spirits.

Your school might be in an affluent area. Your school might be in a high-poverty, urban or rural area. Your school might have a mix of students from many different levels of affluence or poverty.

We are kindred spirits.

You may have to follow a strictly mandated version of a Common Core-aligned curriculum. You may be free to teach what you know to be the best curriculum for your students. 

We are kindred spirits.

Your administrators may be sympathetic or they may have no clue what is best for your group of learners. 

We are kindred spirits. 

In this volatile time, when public schools are under fire, I want all kindred spirits – all teachers, all support staff, all admins, all who care about kids – to be kind to each other. KINDred spirits.

It does us no good to one-up each other. 

“Oh, that doesn’t affect me at MY school!” 

“You don’t have any idea what it’s like to teach these kids.”

“The Common Core is EASY for MY kids.”

“This is not developmentally-appropriate.”

“My room mothers take care of EVERYTHING for me!”

“What’s a room mother?”

“I never have to buy a thing for my class. They come to school ready to learn.”

“My husband wants to know why I spend so much of our money on my school kids.”

School is not a contest. Contrary to what the government tells us, it’s not a race. 

And instead of tripping each other on the way to the finish line, if there is a finish line, why can’t we kindred spirits lift each other up. 

We are not the lucky and the unlucky ones. 

We are one. 

We are kindred spirits. 

 

 

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