I wrote this post a couple weeks ago, and I just forgot to post it...So this week was the first week of school. My 20 kindergarteners arrived at 8:30 am in the gym where we met them to walk down to the classroom. As the tearful and eager parents watched through their photo lens their babies walk off into elementry school, I thought "That will be me some day." Being a mother has already made me a better teacher. I am more easy going and don't worry about the little things, like our schedule being changed on the third day of school. And when a kid is giving me just a little too much attitude, I think "this is someone's Elliot."
It is a first day tradition that we read "The Kissing Hand" in kindergarten. I'm sure many of you have read it, but it is about a little raccoon who is nervous about going to school. So his dear mother kisses the palm of his hand and tells him that her kiss will stay with his all day and even at school. As I was reading this story to the class, I started to get teary eyed think about my own little raccoon at daycare and how I wish I could give her a big kiss. Thankfully, kindergarteners are pretty oblivious to everything, so no one noticed their emotional teacher.
So now that they first week is over, and putting these two examples together, I think it will be a good year. I am now a Working Mom and I have excepted that role. Elliot is in good hands and enjoys being around older kids, and I am getting my adult conversations while also donating to our saving account. I value my time even more with Elliot. While some days this summer were spent running errands between naps, now Elliot and I have quality time together :)
