Tribute To Teachers
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Books For Teachers
These are books that make great gifts for teachers or student teachers. They are some of my favorites and are great to read when you are having a bad teacher day!!!! We all do :)
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To Honor A Teacher

365 Meditations for Teachers

Apples for a Teacher: Lesson Plans for Life

Stand-Ups Teachers: Jokes, Quotes & Anecdotes

The Teacher's Book of Wit: Quips, Quotes & Anecdotes to Make Learning More Fun

Words For Teachers To Live By Mary Engelbreit

To a Very Special Teacher (To Give and to Keep)

Teacher, Here's My Heart (Teacher, Here's My Heart Gift Collection)

Qualities of Effective Teachers

Teaching from the Heart : Reflections, Encouragement, and Inspiration

Not Quite Burned Out But Crispy Around the Edges: Inspiration, Laughter, and Encouragement for Teachers

Those Who Can...Teach: Celebrating Teachers Who Make a Difference

Why I Teach: Inspirational True Stories from Teachers Who Make a Difference

The Courage to Teach : Exploring the Inner Landscape of a Teacher's Life

I Remember My Teacher


Extraordinary Teachers
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My Favorite Words of Wisdom for Teachers

ccfeedonut2.gifThe Hand Holders:
A Tribute To Caregivers

There is no job more important than yours,
no job anywhere else in the land.
You are the keepers of the future;
you hold the smallest of hands.

Into your care you are trusted
to nurture and care for the young,
and for all of your everyday heroics,
your talents and skills go unsung.

You wipe tears from the eyes of the injured.
You rock babies brand new in your arms.
You encourage the shy and unsure child.
You make sure they are safe from all harm.

You foster the bonds of friendships,
letting no child go away mad.
You respect and you honour their emotions.
You give hugs to each child when they're sad.

You have more impact than does a professor,
a child's mind is moulded by four;
so whatever you lay on the table
is whatever the child will explore.

Give each child the tools for adventure,
let them be artists and writers and more;
let them fly on the wind and dance on the stars
and build castles of sand on the shore.

It is true that you don't make much money
and you don't get a whole lot of praise,
but when one small child says "I love you",
you're reminded of how this job pays.

author unknown
ccfeecupani.gifI Am A Teacher

I am a counselor and psychologist to a problem-filled child,
I am a police officer that controls a child gone wild.
I am a travel agent scheduling our trips for the year,
I am a confidante that wipes a crying child's tear.
I am a banker collecting money for a ton of different things,
I am a librarian showing adventures that a storybook brings.
I am a custodian that has to clean certain little messes,
I am a psychic that learns to know all that everybody only guesses.
I am a photographer keeping pictures of a child's yearly growth,
When mother and father are gone for the day, I become both.
I am a doctor that detects when a child is feeling sick,
I am a politician that must know the laws and recognize a trick.
I am a party planner for holidays to celebrate with all,
I am a decorator of a room, filling every wall.
I am a news reporter updating on our nation's current events,
I am a detective solving small mysteries and ending all suspense.
I am a clown and comedian that makes the children laugh,
I am a dietician assuring they have lunch or from mine I give them half.
When we seem to stray from values, I become a preacher,
But I'm proud to have to be these people because ...
I'm proud to say, "I am a teacher."

Stacy Bonino
ccfeecupani.gifA Teacher's Creed

I believe I have been called by God to teach.
I believe in children...young and and and poor....each in need of learning.
I believe in blackboards, chalk dust, textbooks, and computers for each has a part in imparting knowledge.
I believe the love I give to my students will someday be reflected in their lives.
I believe the gift of teaching is not measured simply by marks, enrollment, or the end of the school year.
It is in the witness I give and the fullness of the life lived by those I teach.
I believe I have the power to lead those in need of learning to the threshold of their own minds.
I believe in my giftedness to use each of the tools available no matter how new or old..for the light of knowledge in the eyes of another is my goal.
I believe teaching is more than tests, diplomas, paperwork, and fundraising.
It is the values I breathe daily into another...slowly.
It is in the faith I share in Jesus...ever changing and growing...never ending.
I believe my success today goes unnoticed...until those i teach and touch can stand alone and say "in my life I have learned..."
I believe if I have taught and touched one God's name...I have used my gift to me justly..and can humbly say...
I believe in teaching....
ccfeedonut2.gifThe Teacher

Thirty years ago she began teaching
young children in their threes and fours;
she didn't know much about children at first,
but over time learned more and more.

She gave them hugs and wiped their tears,
and never left them alone;
she guided them through the small things,
which often turned out to be milestones.

Her first students are all grown now,
and she waves to them when they pass;
there's a banker, a writer, a lawyer, an artist,
and parents with children in her class.

To those who ask if she plays all day,
she says with a gleam in her eye
that she teachers bankers to add and subtract,
and artists the color of the sky.

She teaches the alphabet to writers,
and lawyers what it means to be fair;
she teaches politicians to take their turn,
and executives how to share.

She knows that what's learned in the sandbox
will influence them for years to come;
it's the little things that shape them,
so impressionable are the young.

If you too work with children,
and dance and sing and play,
don't forget that you shape the future
by whom you teach today.

by Tim Bete
ccfeedonut2.gifOnly A Teacher?

I AM a teacher! What I do and say are being absorbed by young minds who will echo these images across the ages. My lessons will be immortal, affecting people yet unborn, people I will never see or know. The future of the world is in my classroom today, a future with the potential for good or bad. The pliable minds of tomorrow's leaders will be molded either artistically or grotesquely by what I do.

Several future presidents are learning from me today; so are the great writers of the next decades, and so are all the so-called ordinary people who will make the decisions in a democracy. I must never forget these same young people could be the thieves and murderers of the future.

Only a teacher? Thank God I have a calling to the greatest profession of all! I must be vigilant every day lest I lose one fragile opportunity to improve tomorrow.

by Ivan Welton Fitzwater

When a teacher retired after forty years in the classroom, there was a huge dinner for her. People flocked to the affair, not only colleagues and friends, but the numerous children, now grown to adulthood, whom she had taught over the years.

They all came and many of them spoke. They spoke of the teacher's kindness, of her understanding, her sternness in the classroom coupled with her lover of her students, and the special care she took to see to it that every student learned. Many of her former students attributed their success in later life to the values and knowledge they had learned as students in her classes.

Finally, it was the teacher's turn to speak, and as the master of ceremonies introduced her, he remarked that perhaps she would be willing to share some of the secrets of her success in teaching.

"There's no secret to it," she said as she began to speak. "On my first day of teaching, forty years ago, I walked into the classroom to find that my students had placed a tack on my chair, put an apple with a worm in it on my desk, and someone had written on the chalkboard, 'You can't teach us nothing!'"

"Since that day, I have always checked my chair before sitting down, never eaten anything given to me by a student, and made it my special project to see to it that every child in my class learned."

"You see, within five minutes of that first day, I knew that my bottom could stand the tack and my stomach could survive the worm - but I realized that my conscience would never forgive me if I taught them 'NOTHING'"

author unknown

Teachers come and go but every so often one comes along that you'll always remember. One who makes learning an adventure... and who can still remember what it's like to be young and growing up... The kind who can make you want to be the very best you can be... Someone you can really talk to, who really cares what happens to you... That person is YOU!

Author Unknown

ccfeedonut2.gifFirst Grade Teacher

I bet you've tied a million shoes and dried a million tears and given out a million hugs as a teacher through the years. In my child's life, the role that you've played has been a priceless part and you must know the special place you hold in my child's heart.

Author Unknown


ccfeedonut2.gifThe Molders of Their Dreams
Clark Molenhoff

You are molders of their dreams. The gods who crush their young beliefs of right or wrong. You are the spark, that sets aflame the poet's hand or lights the flame in some great young singer's song. You are the gods of young - the very young. You are the guardian of a million dreams. Your smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart. Yours are one hundred lives - one thousand lives. Yours is the pride of loving them, the sorrow too. Your patient work, your touch, make you the God of hope That fills their souls with dreams, and makes those dreams come true.


When God created teachers,
He gave us special friends
To help us understand His world
And truly comprehend
The beauty and the wonder
Of everything we see,
And become a better person
With each discovery.

When God created teachers,
He gave us special guides
To show us ways in which to grow
So we can all decide
How to live and how to do
What's right instead of wrong,
To lead us so that we can lead
And learn how to be strong.

Why God created teachers,
In His wisdom and His grace,
Was to help us learn to make our world
A better, wiser place.

~Author Unknown~

ccfeecupani.gifI Didn't Know

I didn't know that years of school and a college degree would be of little 
consolation when facing a room full of bright little eyes on the 
first day of school. I thought I was ready...

I didn't know that five minutes can seem like five hours when there is 
idle time and an eight hour school day far too short for a 
well-planned day of teaching.

I didn't know that teaching children was only a fraction of my job. 
No one tells you about the conferences and phone calls, faculty meetings and committees, paperwork and paperwork...

I didn't know that it took so long to cut out letters, draw and color pictures, 
laminate-all for those bulletin boards that were always "just there"...

I didn't know that I would become such a scavenger, and that teaching
 materials would feel like pure gold in my hands... 

I didn't know that an administration and co-workers that support 
and help you could make such a difference...

I didn't know that there would be children that I loved and cared for 
and stayed up late worrying about, who, one day,
would simply not show up. 
And that I would never see them again...

I didn't know that I can't always dry little tears and mend broken hearts.
I thought I could always make a difference...

I didn't know that the sound of children's laughter could drown 
out the sound of all the world's sadness...

I didn't know that children could feel so profoundly.
A broken heart knows no age.

I didn't know that a single "yes ma'am" from a disrespectful child 
or a note in my desk that says "You're the best!" could make me feel like 
I'm on top of a mountain and forget the valleys I forged to get there...

I never knew that after one year of teaching I would feel so much 
wiser, more tired, sadder and happier, all at once.
And that I would no longer call teaching my job,
but my privilege.

Author Unknown

ccfeedonut2.gifWe Left You At The Door

by James Singleton

We took you down to school today.
You're just beginning now;
Although this year you're five years old,
You seem so young somehow!
We didn't take you all the way,
For we'd been told before,
"Don't go into his room with him,
Just leave him at the door."
Up to this time we've always gone
Together everywhere,
And we have had a lot of fun
While traveling here and there;
But we well knew before it came, 
We're parted more and more.
So many times we will stand outside
And leave you at the door. 
You're growing up so very fast
It's hard to keep in step;
The fact of changing years is hard
For parents to accept.
You'll have to walk your path alone
No matter what's in store;
We'll bring you up to life's classroom,
Then leave you at the door.
While you were ours these tender years,
We treasured every day,
Full knowing that the time would come, 
When you would go your way;
And though this love will still remain,
Within our heart's deep care,
Our eyes will sting to see you go
And leave us at the door!

ccfeedonut2.gifLittle Teddy Stoddard

derived from "Three Letters From Teddy"
by Elizabeth Silance Ballard

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant.

It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big F at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last.

However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

  Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."
  His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
  His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
  Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's.

His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume.

But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."

After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.

As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."


ccfeecupani.gifWHAT IS A TEACHER?  

A teacher is someone  who sees each child as a unique person and encourages individual talents and strengths.   A teacher looks beyond  each child's face and sees inside their souls.   A teacher is someone  with a special touch and a ready smile, who takes the time to listen to both sides and always tries to be fair.   A teacher has a caring heart that respects and understands.   A teacher is someone who can look past disruption and rebellion, and recognize hurt and pain. A teacher teaches the entire child, and helps to build confidence and raise self-esteem.   A teacher makes a difference in each child's life, and affects each family and the future of us all.  

by Barbara Cage


ccfeecupani.gifPoem to go with a teacher gift

For teaching children lessons,
 to help them as they grow,
Let this gift remind you,
You're the best teacher we know!

Poem to go with a teacher gift

I chose this special present because I wanted you to know,
That I'm grateful for your hard work in helping me to grow.
For your constant understanding and for always being there,
To tell me I can do it and to show me that you care!

ccfeecupani.gifOne Hundred Years from now 
One Hundred Years from now 
It will not matter 
what kind of car I drove, 
What kind of house I lived in, 
how much money was in my bank account 
nor what my clothes looked like. 
But the world may be a better place because 
I was important in the life of a child.

ccfeecupani.gifTeacher's Prayer 
Lord, Please help me, 
To strengthen their voices, 
bodies and minds, 
To express their feelings and 
control them sometimes, 
To explore what's near 
and venture afar, 
But most important to love 
who they are. 

ccfeecupani.gifWHOSE CHILD IS THIS?.

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."


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