The birth of a new year brings with it great expectations, the opportunity to experience new and exciting adventures as well as the chance to improve one’s own personal well-being. Believe it or not, the nights are becoming shorter and spring is out there somewhere waiting for us like a faithful companion.
This is my first working week after the much needed Christmas break. Two weeks of lazy days, two weeks of going to bed at whatever hour I chose fit and two weeks of waking up at my own ease. Sipping my piping hot, jet black coffee in the TV room, morning gown on, just relaxing and watching shows and movies that I have probably watched a thousand times before. Okay, that’s a slight exaggeration, although you get the picture, I’m sure. Two weeks of going out when I wanted to go out and of coming home when I decided it was time to go home.
Of course, it hasn’t all been lazy days. Looks like I exaggerated a little there too. Rosie and I have edited my latest novel, ‘The Power of the Zycon’. The eight hour time difference between Minnesota and Sweden hasn’t made things super easy for us, although thanks to Skype, our flexibility and our determination, we have now edited book number five in the ‘Maze’ series. It has now travelled the cyber waves and with any luck, is with my publisher down in Florida.
Getting back into a normal routine isn’t always that simple, certainly not for me. Three days have passed now though and I am slowly getting back into the swing of things. Up at the crack of dawn, a quick shower, breakfast and cup of coffee, then it’s time to go.
I have the best job in the world. For those of you who follow Rosie and me here, you will know I work within the school system. It’s not the best paid job in the world, but I always come home with a profound sense of satisfaction. I love working with the young, offering them advice and guiding them toward a productive, adult working life. We all have a set place on this planet and we are all vital parts to the mighty machine we call humanity.
I often wonder though why it is that the most important jobs are the least paid jobs. I am not a qualified teacher, I don’t teach. I work beside teachers, helping special needs children. It’s a job I have done since 1990. I give of myself one hundred percent at work and the teachers about me do just the same. It isn’t always an easy job, but then working with people rarely is. There are ups and there are downs, as in every profession. But it’s an important job.
Children are the future and we owe them the best start in the world possible. It is the duty of society to love them, respect them; guide them and to educate them. Without them, humanity will fall. They shall one day become our workforce, the ones who will run the factories, harvest the fields, build our cities, nurse us and feed us, take care of us and bury us.
Is it not about time begin seeing the importance of education and to stop the cutbacks that so many schools face today? Is it not time to begin paying teachers and teacher’s aids a decent salary and to stop wasting money on less important things?
I am so tired of seeing teachers and teacher’s aids struggling to cope with oversized classes because there isn’t enough money to employ more staff. What are we teaching the children of today? What is our legacy to them? What will they have left when society is through and can we really live with ourselves knowing the governments of this world, who so gladly take our tax money, are raping them of worthy futures and allowing our hard earned cash to slip away into unworthy pockets?
Just a little food for thought.