It’s been several months since I’ve been in a classroom. I miss the anxiety, expecting the unexpected, the witty exchange of jokes and hirits, and most of all, I miss the children. I miss the laughter and the youthful exuberance that comes from them.

Don’t get me wrong. I love mateo and we do share our moments of laughter and fun, but he’s a son to me before anything else. I do teach him sometimes but it still feels different. He listens to me and obeys me as a father and sometimes as a friend, but not as a teacher.

I miss being a teacher!