It's getting easier, sending Gavin to school. I can drop him off and know that he will get in the right door. He's a smart kid. He comes home happy with stories and new friends and singing new songs. I'm so glad that he's happy and I feel that he is learning and remembering stuff. We're getting into a routine and it's working for us. I get to exercise, have some McKay time, and Jonah gets a nap. Things are working out. And my heart has stopped hurting and thanks to a few Diet Coke's, my crying headaches have gone away.
I'll say this: I wish that I would have been a parent before I was a teacher. Not really, but I know a lot more this week than I did several years ago. I know now the trust that parents put into me as their child's teacher. I know what an important job I had and that parents were leaving their most prized possessions in my hands. All I want is for Gavin's teacher to tell me he's wonderful. Does she see in him what I do? I sure hope I let parent's know how awesome I thought their kids were. Because I've decided that thinking someone is wonderful and taking good care of them means more than their current reading level.
Just sayin'.
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I've had this same thought a million times over! I wonder how different I would be as a teacher now? Probably not much different, but I do wonder.
Glad your life is getting back to normal. It takes a while after a baby comes;)
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