Regardless, I am putting my heart out there through my words again.
That's currently where I am at. The end.
I feel like my series is over; the characters that have developed over time will be missed. The plot twists have ceased and I am walking out, alone, into darkness.
If I hang in there, I know another network might pick me up. They make spin-off series all the time. Right? Or volumes of seasons. This isn't my true end. Just a different beginning.
This year (and I mean school year; August - present) has been filled with trials and growth, not just at my job, but in general day to day life.
I walked out by choice, "going without knowing" as a coworker told me. Since October my husband has been working weekends about 2 hours away. It has caused some awesome calendar balancing, but we managed to work as a family. Because of this wonderful opportunity we decided to move our family that direction this summer. I have since found another teaching job, and eagerly await the new adventure - the spin off series.
But THIS series finale was hard. It wasn't just a season, knowing I'd come back after summer, with a tan. But I closed that door, turned in my keys, and walked out.
It was hard to leave.
I had one of THE BEST teaching partners/coworkers I could have ever imagined or dreamed of. She blessed me with prayers, compassion, a listening ear, wisdom, hugs, goodies, and love for my family. This lady was an anchor to making me feel successful, we worked so effortlessly together. I worked with a great team of teachers whom I respected greatly - for they did their job, and did it well and appreciated the fact that they knew how to laugh and have a good time.
But then there are my students, my kids. This group this year stole my momma heart. They were ornery and mischievous. They were sweet, friendly and helpful. Some of them took bigger pieces of my heart, some of them I would seriously have adopted without question. I am just glad to know, that for a short period of time, they were able to feel some genuine love. These kids carry stories that don't belong to children. They carry heartache and brokenness at a magnitude that is indescribable. I look forward to seeing what these young people do in a few years. They will conquer so much; for they have already. Here's to the graduating class of 2023!
One of the most challenging parts of teaching is that you don't always know if what you are saying is getting through to them. But thankfully, I know that with this group, they were listening. I had letters and cards written with such sweet words. Words to remind me why I do my job, why it's not a job, but a privilege. Words that I didn't even expect from some. Treasures.
So, this summer, we are moving. I am sure it will be a whirl wind of events; filled with tears of joy, fear and excitement. And here shortly I will be turning lights on into a new room, new challenges, new kiddos, and new opportunities to keep giving it my all.
One student got me the book "Auggie and Me," knowing that I read Wonder and enjoyed it. Inside she not only wrote a letter but stuck in little reminders like the one pictured below.