Last week, I saw a charming play called, It's a Wonderful Life. Could never sit throughout the movie, but thoroughly enjoyed VOS production in Cobourg. It made me think of my own purpose in life. Unlike George Bailey, I haven't saved anyone's life, altered the course of anyone's life, or helped anyone make a life-changing decision. Unless my granddaughters do one of the above, I'll say my birth has been to no purpose. For the past sixty years, I've been an extra, in the background.
Today, however, I arrived at a different conclusion. As tired and stressed as I am, as absent-minded and irritable as I am, I can't help but marvel at my students' progress, socially, emotionally and academically. Every piece of work they produce, every little problem they solve, every "Bonjour Madame" in the morning, and every hug at the end of the day proves to me that it is a wonderful life! After all, grade one is a big adjustment. My purpose in life, is to make it easier and merrier, both for my students and their parents!
Of course, with only 12 days left to the finish line (with two weeks Christmas break in the middle), the tunnel is inundated with light, or as we say in Farsi, my quail is singing like a rooster!
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