I remember the month in which my husband drove me to and from school (an hour commute in total) when I was suffering from a bout of insomnia due to emotional strain. We both knew I would fare better if I could just get to the classroom and be surrounded by the charms and wisdom of childhood. My husband hangs pictures in the classroom for me, repairs broken shelves, loads and unloads my car with books and other miscellaneous equipment in the morning and at the end of the day and he stays up late to help me prepare a batch of cookies or muffins or to cut out laminated labels and cards. He never complains about the tiresome loads of extra laundry, the lack of benefits or the long evenings I spend away from home at yet another school concert, parent night or staff function. He understands the significance of the work I do, even when I doubt myself and lose my way. He knows young children teach us how to live life well and that this is reward enough.
If you have an unsung Montessori hero in your life, count your blessings, heap on the hugs and make sure that person knows how grateful you for his/her support. Our classrooms and schools would not be the same without these loyal individuals at our sides!