A reader writes:

I didn’t BECOME a teacher until after I taught for two years, left to become a stay-at-home mom, and then returned. I was one of those statistics, leaving the classroom at the beginning of my career.

But the five years I spent, watching my son grow, getting a masters degree, learning and growing myself, propelled me back with a passion to do whatever I could to help students feel confident about their own learning. Now, I’m ready to retire after a 38-year career that spanned grades K-12, from special ed and remedial levels to gifted. Three states, 7 schools, 10 principals. Thousands of students.

I became a teacher because I can’t not learn, and can’t not share what I’ve learned.

I believe our critics who tell us it’s a calling, that we’re there because we love our students (and I do) are ‘keeping us in our place’ and demeaning us with their praise. They don’t understand either concept — being called or loving the people we work with.They do understand if they were forced to acknowledge the fact we’re trained professionals with a skill set others don’t possess, they’d have to pay us what we’re worth.

Maybe the real question is not ‘why did you become a teacher’ but ‘why have you continued to be a teacher?’ That one might decide the fate of our profession as more older teachers like me are leaving, more younger ones leave and don’t return, and fewer young people consider teaching as a profession.

This year, at least three of my former students are teachers in their first year. I hope they’re prepared for the challenges, not only inside their classrooms, but also outside, from forces that don’t respect what we do because they don’t understand what we do.