But who is counting? Well, I am…
That first week for many is so confusing and I always enjoy recognizing when a return to routine and a little bit of order appears to have entered; students grow visibly calmer- and their parents- sometimes the relief is tangible.
Both a mom and an educator I am privy to the early morning hustle, the rush out the door with that wonderful mix of hope and determination that students can exude. And thankfully, I am occasionally at home at just the right time to listen to what did transpire during their day. Only occasionally though, for as a tutor, my time in the early evenings may be spoken for and occupied with students. I have learned the real meaning of quality time, and how to stay put as one or the other child opens up and shares knowledge of who he or she is becoming.
Third Year University and Grade Twelve- amazing- and they look at me and ask me if I feel old…Older I say, and realize yet again, that the best part about being an educator is being curious to learn more about almost everything, and to have students who are willing to share ideas that may be very different from mine and therefore definitely worth discussing.
Today was my birthday- how exciting to look forward to the rest of the year.