The end of last May found me sitting in an empty classroom, starring at blank walls that once held beloved bulletin boards, crying. Yes, I was seven months pregnant at the time, which could explain the crying. I was thrilled to be moving on from "teacher" to "Mommy", but it took about a half-hour of sitting and remembering and crying before I could leave that room and close the heavy oak door for good. I had devoted only four years of my life to that classroom, not many in "teaching world," but pieces of me were in those four walls, the empty chairs, the blank white board. I taught a special education behavior modification class for students k-5. Some of my students I taught all four years and together we had trudged through some pretty yucky days and had seen some remarkable improvements on other days. Holidays, birthdays, lost teeth, and "graduations" were all celebrated in that room with our tiny class of six or seven (one year 11, which I sometimes like to forget). Some of these students were almost babies when I first started teaching them and would want to curl up in my lap when sad or frustrated. Now those same kids are almost as tall as me and have moved on from wanting to read "The Bernstein Bears" to reading Harry Potter. One of these students took his own life back in the fall after carrying around adult-sized problems on tiny kid-sized shoulders for too long. We were a Hodge-podge family of sorts.
Do I miss my class right now? Perhaps just a tiny bit, especially knowing that due to things that happened this school year the class has now disbanded. Some students were fortunate to get into other behavior mod. classes at other schools while others are struggling to make it in regular education classrooms. Would I trade the opportunity I have right now to be a full-time Mommy to sweet Isaac---not for a million dollars. I prefer listening to his sweet babbles over the televised morning announcements and would rather hear him cry than a fourth grader. Will I return someday to the special education world in some fashion--most likely. To those of you readers who are experiencing a "Last Day of School" soon, I wish you the best of luck. Enjoy that time of excitement and anticipation of summer.
Pictures from one of the last days of school. The lower one is fuzzy on purpose to make the students' faces unrecognizable, thus preventing any potential law suits!
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In case you missed it in the post--I was seven months pregnant in this picture. Felt the need to state that again.
Too funny. I taught right up to Parker's birth. My last day was on a Thursday and Parker was born on Wednesday. I was MISERABLE! I wouldn't trade in my new recess time for anything in the world!
I too taught for 4 years before my first child was born. As I've been volunteering in her school this year, I have thoughts of missing teaching but then I remember my 2 year old and how much I want to continue being a saty-at-home mom to her!
I also want to be readily available to my 5 1/2 year old before, during & after school and not have to split my loyalty to my family & a job. It's weird to have 2 feelings at once, but I definitely choose being a SAHM for now!
FYI: I linked to you from Ashley's blog. I went to ACU. (Just so you don't think I'm a complete stranger!)
that should be stay-at-home mom.
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