The nostalgia of re-reading old posts keeps me up past my bedtime many nights.
This particular post was from my first day of student teaching in Pre-K.
And it was just what I needed to read.
That is my chosen word for the first day of Preschool.
And a fairly confident, “Yes.” from Mrs. Morris.
I wanted to say, “I know that feeling!” as I thought back to leaving my husband that morning.
A shameless revelation of a booger picking four-year-old.
And we all know it just wouldn’t be Preschool without at least one outburst of, “BOOGERS!”.
A, “Wanna go on the teeter-totter?” from new friend to new friend.
A brief sigh of relief for a ten minute lunch break.
And it’s right back to it.
And when they solve problems with each other on their own.
The kind of crazy that says, “You can do this.”
This last year has brought about a lot of embarrassment and floundering and identity crisis related to my work. I still don’t have a whole lot sorted out.
But I do feel at peace with where I am for this season.
I feel joyful at work.
There’s something that’s just right about where I am.