I can't believe it's already that time of year. You know, the time of year when kids go back to school. Families fall back into routines and schedules. I love this time of year. I am seriously giddy with excitement as I think about all of the wonderful activities Micah and I can do this fall: Should we sign up for music class at the park district? What about going back to Gymboree classes? Story time at the library? And don't forget Beth Moore Bible study. And MOPS. And playdates with friends. I just love it. But what I love most is starting school.
I don't know if I'll ever go back to teaching, but I will always miss the first day of school. I love meeting new students. I always woke up super early because of the butterflies in my stomach. I was so excited, but I convinced myself that I couldn't beat the janitor there, who opened the school building. I loved planning new themes, new activities, new units. I loved showing my students how to organize their desk. Or how to write in their assignment notebooks. Later in the year things would get so busy I often couldn't take the time to do it with them, but always at the beginning of the year we took probably 5+ minutes every time we had homework. I loved it! Teaching them how to be organized. Setting them up for success. They were so full of potential at the beginning of the year. We all had clean slates. It was so exciting. There's so much about teaching that I will miss. Some I may be able to fulfill one day by teaching my own children, but I will always miss the first day of school.