Well, here's my annual post. As long as I have had a blog, I have written a back to school post, (seven years). Don't expect to see where to buy the most durable notebook, or who has the highest percentage off of school clothes. It's not that kind of post. It's a post about me, as selfish as that may sound….about returning to my teaching job and leaving my kids and garden and home,,,,and a certain adorable little pug.
Let's get this part out of the way first. Yes, I am grateful to have a job. Yes, I am more than grateful to have this time with my children. I have always been thankful for this. But I cannot help wondering what it would be like to be a stay at home mom. I thoroughly enjoy being home. I love to putter, clean, and decorate. I get pure joy from baking or planning a meal , or serving up a yummy breakfast. And that's where I struggle a bit. I leave before my kids…middle school starts early! The plus is that I am home for them in the afternoon. The drawback is that I am not there
to make breakfast, make sure lunches and homework are tucked safely in backpacks.I am not there to smooth the top of a ponytail, or to run forgotten homework to school.
I have been writing for several magazines and websites recently. I adore sharing my passion for gardening…for growing food to sustain our family. I enjoy photographing nature in all seasons, and have been privileged to share essays and photographs with several sources close to my heart. I am actively pursuing an avenue that will allow me to retire within the next few years to follow my dreams.
Soon I will begin my 24th year teaching. And I will give 100% of "me" to my students. Because, no matter what my dreams are, this is my current reality. And the ocean of faces before me each day will be counting on my guidance, my lessons, my compassion.
So whether I am teaching about blossoms that reach for the sky...
….about smooth, striped squash that will end up on our dinner table….
…or about 6th grade math and science, I will always promise to teach from the heart. Every day.