by John Ellis
This year, National Teacher Appreciation Day is being observed on May 9, which is today. Over my life, I’ve had many excellent teachers. I’ve also had the privilege of working with and befriending many excellent teachers. I’m thankful for all of them. In fact, I’m even thankful for the “bad” teachers that I had, because I learned quite a bit from them, too (to be fair, I wasn’t always the easiest student to have, and the “bad” teachers generally exhibited far more patience and grace than I deserved). However, and surprising no one who knows me, one of those teachers occupies far more space in my memory than all of my other teachers combined. That teacher is my mom, of course.
My mom passed her love of reading to all of her children, and that love of reading is still bearing fruit in her grandchildren. She also understood that learning should never take a vacation, and, so, during the summer months, my siblings and I never really left school. Along those same lines, my mom understood that learning isn’t limited to books and desks, and she encouraged our exploration and did her best to foster our curiosity. Most importantly, though, my mom believed that teaching children about Jesus was the single most important task that she had been given.
Below is a link to an article that I wrote as a tribute to my mom on the 10th anniversary of her death.