It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. For awhile my mind was that awkward kid on the wall at the school dance. I wanted to be in the mix but I just could get my back unglued from that wall. It was getting weird. I felt like people were staring and starting to ask questions. So I decided to just jump right back in. Let’s forget the really long interlude and pretend I never let things get so awkward…..
For the last month I’ve had the phrase, “I feel so Blessed” running through my mind constantly.
The beginning of last year was a lot of change for our family. Brooke started Kindergarten, Caleb started preschool and Jason decided to go back to school, which meant that I needed to go back to school, as in teaching school. There was a lot of schooling going on. I taught gr. 2 every morning and then had the afternoons at home with my children. My dad would come every morning to pick up my kids and bring them to the other side of town to my mom. It took a little bit to adjust to but after a few months it became routine and life just went on. I was able to do the occasional cake in the afternoons and things seemed pretty good!
As good at the situation last year turned out, this year just seems like icing on the cake.
Before we go on, let’s just take a quick trip back to my college years. If you would have talked to me during college, I would have told you that I wanted to teach junior high math. Everything I did was geared towards that. I tutored college prep math, took teaching math classes and liked to solve algebra problems for fun. Yep, nerd alert! And then….I got a job in Gr. 3. At that point I said I wouldn’t teach any lower than Gr. 3, so…..I accepted a Gr. 2 position. Then I said, “No way! This is the lowest I go. I do not want to teach any grades lower than Gr. 2” and then….I agreed to teach Kindergarten. Seriously, for a few months I was starting to doubt my decision to accept the Kindergarten position. I think the only reason why it appealed to me was because I’m right in the throes of that stage of life with my own kids. I guess, if I can parent a Kindergartner than maybe teaching them won’t be that bad.
Alright, so Kindergarten may not have been my first choice but I have really begun to love this position for a few different reasons.
For one, The Schedule. I am teaching about the same amount of time that I did last year but instead of teaching every morning, I teach two full days a week and then every third/fourth Monday. I didn’t realize how much I had missed my mornings at home until I got them back. Pajamas days are back baby! Is anyone else happy dancing with me?! I forgot how much I missed being able to get the housed tidied, spend a little time on Facebook, check up on my favorite blogs and spending time with the little kiddos, of course. I really feel like I have the best of both worlds. On one hand, I am able to work and on the other hand, I’m able to be a stay at home parent.
Secondly, I have my very own class of kids. Last year I had my own set of kids in the morning and then passed them off to another teacher in the afternoon. It was fine, but those kids never seemed fully mine. Maybe I’m a little possessive. I don’t know. But this year, I get to have a whole classroom, 24 of those little ones to teach all day long and see them grow in every area throughout the year.
Thirdly, I have an awesome teaching partner. She’s been teaching the program in a different school for a few years and is willing to share all of her knowledge and insights and general practice. I am blessed.
And then there’s another layer of icing on that cake that is, well, cakes. I now have Wednesdays and Fridays to devote to cakes, cakes and more cakes. Instead of cramming in a cake when I get home, I have all day to work at them and have fun with them. I don’t have to get huffy when the kids interrupt me because I’m trying to reach a deadline and things aren’t going well. I’m free to have those momma moments in the midst of cake and usually there aren’t any explosions! I can finish the cakes on Friday and then have all day Saturday to devote to family time.
And then there are these two! I feel the most blessed because I get to spend all day with these two, while Brooke’s off the school.
Benji and Caleb (or Cale-bub) have become the best of friends. They just tinker around the house, ramming dump trucks full of markers into the walls, making pillow forts in the basement and coming for a quick pet as little puppies. This arrangement has been the best for Caleb. Caleb is my boy who doesn’t love to be constantly changing places. He likes to wear his pajama’s all day (and change into three or four more pairs throughout the day) and just chill out and colour by the table. Our biggest fits are when we force him out of the house in the morning. Last year, we got to dread the whole morning routine but this year is so much better.
But finally, the best part of my new schedule is getting to have coffee in the morning with Jason. He doesn’t have class on the days that I’m home until 10, which means he either helps me tidy or does some last-minute studying/homework and then we can have a cup of coffee/tea before he heads out. It’s been one of my favorite times of day.
I just can’t get over how much God has provided for my little family. Sure I would love to be home full time, but since that not reality, he’s given me the courage to be content with what I am given and joy in the midst of it all.