The Last Day of School

Today was the last day of class. This will sound a little bit prideful but today I am giving myself a pat on the back. I did a good job and now it is over. The hardest school year ever. Not only did the school have a hard year with violence, budget cuts, and turn over but I had a hard emotional year. It was harder than I ever imagined to leave Noah in the care of someone else. I'll never forget crying in the secretaries office his first day of daycare. Or not being able to care for him and comfort him when he had the flu, stomach virus and RSV. And missing all his checkups. All of those things mommies are supposed to do. I am thankful Adam got to do those things, necessity and sacrifice have made him the kind of dad every mom desires to have as a partner. Balancing teacher and mother was difficult for an unorganized procrastinator like myself and it has taught me so much about self discipline. And I am proud of myself because I did not just survive or skate by. I did a good job. I loved on my children this semester with a new kind of love and understanding. I tried new and cool things in the classroom that brought more success than before. I'm not saying I did a great or fantastic job but a good one. I know God is proud of the ways I tried to honor him in the place where he has me. He is joyful in the smiles and positive attitude I tried to attack each day with. I accomplished things with my time and outlook I never thought I could handle. I will enjoy every second of this summer when teacher takes a back seat to mother, wife, friend, daughter, sister. I am proud of the effort I gave and of the tenure letter I hold!!!