This summer was every single thing I could have hoped for with my best girl. At first, I was a little overwhelmed at the thought of not being able to get into the school all summer. How would I set up my classroom? And what if I wanted to paint? And what about centers for next year? But, then it dawned on me, I should have a worry-free summer. And that, I did. I didn’t worry about not going to the classroom the entire month of June or July, and even a week or two of August. I could enjoy my summer without the slightest hint of guilt. After all, there truly wasn’t anything I could do to speed up construction.
Last Monday when I returned to school, to sit in meetings and learn about new techniques and strategies. My heart literally hurt. I don’t talk about my job too much, I don’t ever want it to sound like I’m not grateful for the opportunity to teach a classroom filled with precious children. And when the children come today and I am back in my element, the ache will subside, and I’ll think of all the fun BK must be having with her nanny at home. And when she returns to school, twice each week, I’ll recall the sheer joy and happiness I see in her face as she walks into her classroom and is greeted by her friends. She never looks back after she enters her classroom. She is in her element with her friends, social butterfly that she is.
And when it feels like my heart is literally in two different places, because some days are tougher than others. I’ll think of all the fun we had this summer.
I’ll think of lazy beach days.
I’ll think of jam-packed Disney days.
I’ll think of rainy-day craft days.
I’ll think of blistering hot snow cone days.
I’ll think of lunch-date and shopping days.
I’ll think of princess days.
And days full of silly faces and snuggles.
Of course, I’ll think of park days.
And days that call for extra long, middle of the day, naps.
And days that felt just right, days that made my heart soar.
And messy kitchen baking days.
And days full of adventure.
Because when my heart aches for the end of summer, I have so many things to look back on. I have the prospect of so much more to come.
This week will be the toughest.
But, I know I have so much more to be thankful for, that I am blessed beyond measure by this sweet life we live. I know that by the next week, we’ll be thriving in a new routine, and she’ll still be talking about Disney world and asking for a baby sister.