Where it Ended.
It's raining tonight.
If you were to know me in real life and not just blog land then you would know...a chilly September rain is up there with my all time favorite things.
Call it the Never Ending Story syndrome if you must, but there is nothing I like more than curling up with a good book and hunkering down on these evenings.
The air smells like fall.
Our backyard is alive with chirping (toddler bullfrogs).
And I find my peace, my solace.
"Come to the water, and you'll thirst no more." It envelopes me.
I know this blog is all about beginning. And I want to honor that. But the truth of the matter is that tonight - as I sit and enjoy the rain and lightening storms, I'm aching for my kids and my classroom.
Because it's who I used to be. It's the time of year that I loved the MOST. Getting a classroom full of new minds that are trying to figure me out. Getting a classroom full of parents who love that their child loves learning.
And after all my hard work and "theme-ing", to see my classroom come to life with a new energy and passion from both my students and myself.
Someday, maybe I'll post all my printables somewhere. Most of the ideas weren't mine, but the passion behind creating them sure was.
My "kids" at our open house. They worked so hard. Never mind the fact that I worked furiously for 4 hours between after school and 6 o'clock to get it all ready. :)
Pure Joy.
So, I miss it.
I'm praying thoughtfully all the time that God will reveal his path to me. That his plan for me included this past year of misery.
What I find most amazing about his grace is all he was able to teach me about myself and passion and most of all LOVE.
It MOVES me every day that I am never alone and my decisions in life are wrapped in his loving arms.
I hope my 2nd now third graders, and my kindergarteners now 1st graders know just how much I not only miss them, but LOVE them so very much.
For that matter, I pray my own 5th grade teacher knows how very much I love her.
I allow for this little bit of reminiscing to allow for the healing from last year to begin.
With my heart and mind so clearly set on the road ahead, I cherish the memories of being called Miss.
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