On May 30th of this year I hung up my teaching hat. Next year, through some amazing circumstances that only God could orchestrate, I'll be able to work from home. It's an exciting change for us. A change we have been looking forward to and praying for. It's almost hard to believe it's really here and that it's actually happening.
That being said, there are some things about teaching that I will miss. I taught nine years. The last eight in the same school and classroom. I loved that room. Because I spent so much time there, it felt like home. I was comfortable there. It was familiar.
Better yet, it was a small piece of a larger, incredible puzzle. It was my little place in my school. When I moved to a small community outside of Houston, I didn't know anyone. I had no family and, after changing schools and towns, no local friends. It was lonely, but I loved teaching.
I spent the first part of the year just learning the ropes. The registrar (Hi, Debbie!) became my lifeline as I struggled to understand the online grade book, computer system, and layout of the school. I wouldn't have made it without her and she knows it!
Gradually I learned teacher's names and where their classrooms were. I was beginning to enjoy this new community and started making friends. Eight years later, those friends made it really hard to say goodbye.
No school is perfect and mine was no exception, but the people who put in their time there year after year, giving all they have to those kids each day, those people are what I will miss. The teachers I taught with and the staff that kept the place running, they have a special place in my heart - a place that makes me get all teary-eyed when I think about them, even now as I write about them.
Teaching has it's ups and downs. Somedays you feel like you could teach forever, you are energized and inspired. Other days you're not even sure you can make it through the next five minutes and start writing sub plans for the next day. It's a roller coaster of emotions and no two days look the same. Most of my days fell somewhere in the middle of awe-inspiring and contempt.
Not going back to the classroom is bittersweet. Yes, I'll miss the interaction with students and the planning, but what I'll really miss are all those people that surrounded me daily for the last eight years. The people who supported me through three adoptions, who didn't care that I didn't always fit in and loved me and my girls even on our worst days.
The girls and I are on a new adventure, but don't think for a second that we've forgotten how sweet all of you made the last one. We love you!