This is the first time in 28 years that I have not gotten ready to “go back to school in the fall.” Coming from a family of teachers, this time of year has always brought along a special feeling; sometimes good, sometimes bad, but always laden with excitement, anxiety and anticipation of the new. This post is written with sheer honesty; I am writing with truth in mind, from the bottom of my heart. I LOVE the idea of a clean notebook, newly sharpened pencils, the smell of new textbooks, writing names on folders, staring at class lists, getting to know new people (students now, classmates of the past). Tears are actually filling my eyes as well speak (I know, a new notebook will do just that hehe). But seriously, I am blessed to have a job (a teacher of ten years) that makes me full of purpose; that affords me with a new day each day, and the opportunity to touch lives one by one while NEVER fearing boredom 🙂 If you are a teacher, you KNOW what I mean. Anyway, I just wanted to put it out there. This is and will be hard for me. I by no means see this as the end of my career and will stay “dabbling” in the profession even through my leave of absence, but it is the start of something new this year. Instead of new boxes of crayons and markers (which I am known to have plenty-hehe inside joke) I will have newly sized diapers, mommy groups, park dates and the like. I am extremely blessed to have the opportunity to stay at home with my son and to watch him grow each day. I am so lucky and would not have it any other way at this point. But one day I will return to beginning of the year staff development meetings, seeing my friends’ tanned faces while listening to their summer stories, new supply collections, and coming up with kitchy ways to display my student names (you know, “swimming through fourth grade” names on fish). Until then, I’ll just occupy myself with this adorable thang:
It is a GOOD LIFE.