Yesterday was the first day of school here in central FL. This will be the 3rd year I've been out of the classroom... hard to believe sometimes.
The last two Augusts were really tough. The first year I was very pregnant with Blake, but it was still hard knowing I wasn't going to school... I wasn't getting a new class of students, I wasn't for filling a huge part of my life. But, I got over it... especially in Nov. when Blake was born... I didn't regret my decision in the least.
Last year was tough, but I had Blake... he was starting to walk and get into everything so that distracted me enough so I wasn't focused on the whole what I was missing out on as much. It still bothered me a bit. But, then I found out I was pregnant with Colby and well... I was distracted again.
This August... to be honest I am glad to be home. Yes, I still feel strange to not be teaching a class, but I'm doing a very important job... I'm teaching my own children. I know this when I watch Blake point out every letter he sees and expects you to name them for him. I know this when he likes to draw and gets excited when we "write" his name. I know this when he wants to read book after book after book. I know this when I watch him figure out how to stack blocks. I know this when I watch him problem solve. I know this when I watch him interact with other children.
Nope... I don't regret walking away from teaching. This year I will instead rejoice in my sons and know that I'm still a teacher... just not to 18 five year olds.