I'm a teacher. And I love my job.
When I enter the classroom, I feel like I'm not just an adult who has to "explain" something.
I feel like I'm part of something big - trust, a future, energy that is born between people.
Yes, there are difficult days, sometimes fatigue - but as soon as I see the eyes of my students, my heart blooms 🌸

I don't go to work - I go to them.
To their thoughts, questions, views, characters.
My daughter sometimes laughs: "Mom is going to school for a holiday again!"
And you know... she's right 😄

Because a holiday is not only about balls and gifts.
A holiday is when you go where you are expected.
Where you are needed. Where your smile means something 🥰

I am proud to be an example.
To be weak and strong at the same time.
To be a woman who not only teaches, but also feels, lives, listens.

And, probably, the most pleasant thing is when years later they write to you:
"You changed my attitude towards myself."
"I remember your smile."
"You believed in me when I didn't believe in myself."
🌟

And then you understand:
Yes. I am in my place.
And this is really the best feeling 💛