Around this time last year, I was scared to death. Newly pregnant, I'd just been offered a full-time teaching job downtown.
Today, 12 months later, I'm sitting at my desk, on the second to last day of school. My baby is at home playing happily with her Grandmom and my students are at recess.
I'm scared now, too, but mostly just grateful. You see, this is my last week of teaching for the indefinite future. I get the privilege of taking a teaching hiatus to spend my days with Charlotte.
So next year I'm taking off my teacher hat and spending more time wearing my Mom hat.
And also my youth leader hat!! My church has hired me to work 12 hours a week with the junior high kids!! This is an incredible opportunity and I'm so honored to have this new job. My commute will be a 3 minute walk and my hours are basically flexible enough to work around Charlotte's needs and Joel's work schedule.
The end of this school is especially bittersweet. I'm so pumped for summer and super excited to get more time with Charlotte next year. But saying goodbye to my kids makes me sad, and thinking about giving up teaching for a while is a big adjustment. My time as a teacher definitely isn't over, but this is the end of a season.