Why Leaving Teaching Broke My Heart
Leaving teaching wasn’t a light decision.
Education is part of my story.
My mom — who was first my foster mom and later adopted me — was a teacher who retired as a principal.
She wasn’t just my role model.
She was my example of stability.
Of strength.
Of purpose.
I grew up in her classroom.
Spent weekends and summers helping her.
Later worked at her elementary school as an aide and after-school tutor.
Teaching felt bigger than a career.
It felt like walking in her footsteps.
Like honoring what she built.
Like continuing something that helped shape me.
So when I say I walked away, it wasn’t casual.
I didn’t leave because I stopped loving children.
I left because loving them the way I believed they needed started feeling misaligned with the system I was in.
I was told I was:
• “Loving the kids dumb.”
• “Wasting instructional time.”
• “Off script.”
I slowed down when they didn’t understand.
I built relationships.
I made space for questions.
But observations became about precision.
About being on the exact line at the exact minute.
About performance over connection.
And that broke something in me.
Leaving meant grieving more than a job.
It meant grieving a dream that started in my childhood.
But staying would have meant silencing my heart.
So I chose alignment.
Even though it hurt.
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