It's going to be a good day. The sweet kids in my classroom have waited 27 days to have their teacher show up for them. That's me. I'm their teacher. Who knows how many times those babies have waited for someone to show up and that day never came. However sad I may be on the inside, I'm going to show up. I'm going to high five them, hug them, guide them and maybe even teach them something. I'd want someone to do that for my kiddos.
I needed last year. I lovingly referred to it as my "mental health year." People (teachers) take mental health days, well after we lost the baby, I needed a little more than a year. I got it. I don't know if it was enough, but It'll have to be for now. I may not be perfectly healed, but by the grace of God, the birth of McCoy Andrew and all those who love me, I've healed perfectly. Every time I look into the perfectly matching eyes of my two kiddos I know that.
The name of the game this week is GRACE. Grace for myself because I'm leaving my baby boy (who so sweetly only allowed me about 4 1/2hrs sleep) and because there are abundantly too many emails in my inbox at school that after 10 years of teaching, don't make any sense to me. Should make for an interesting first day.
Grace.
I'm going to show up though. I'm going to walk through that door and care and remember; just as I had to leave my home and my most precious people this morning, each one of those little people left their home and their people too.
It's a great day to create a great day...even if there are a few tears involved and it stands on the backbone of a whole lot of coffee.
