You know those kids in your class that have such a hard time with
(you can fill in the blank — )
listening, keeping their hands to themselves,
not interrupting, staying on the rug, staying on their chairs. . .
you know those kids
they have good moments and hard moments
good days and hard days
good weeks and hard weeks
I want to know the form of
poetry
to adequately express the moment
during a hard week
when you walk by their after school program and one of
those very kids
runs up to you
arms open wide
smiling from ear to ear
proclaiming
“Hello!”
as they hug you
and your papers and bags almost fall to the ground
because
that moment is the sweet hope of teaching,
I think.
On a Thought 
Thank God for the “sweet hope of teaching” in those moments, cause I hear you on all of the other parts! If our kids still like us and hug us at the end of the day/week/month/year, we must be doing enough right… I hope!
You hit the nail on the head with “the sweet hope of teaching” for real. Because it’s Those Kids who bring the swell in your heart every time.
I’m glad you had this moment!
I do often times think, “do they actually like me”. Then super sweet moments like the one you shared happen! They’re the best moments!
These are the moments that keep us going!