A couple of weeks ago, when I was still in the throes of the loss of Mr. K, Squadratomagico tagged me for the meme that was going around at the time, about why one loves teaching what one teaches. I haven't been able to complete it until now - I have begun to feel better in the last few days, both about Mr. K's loss and in terms of the depression that I've experienced for the last three months or so. (Gee, how much of that do you think has to do with the fact that the sun is starting to come up before 7am these days, and is shining warm on my face as I write this, while the temperature rises above freezing and I can hear birds?)
I've never been explicit on here about what I teach...the country is too small for me to feel as if I can name my field like that. But I'm sure attentive readers have been able to read between the lines, and I'll say it now (though will probably edit it out in a day or two, to prevent future identification, etc.).
I teach X.
So, yes - for all of my ambivalence about this field, there are some really, really valuable things in the teaching of it, that enrich me as a scholar and as a human being.