I’m a teacher. I hope that’s something I’m remembered for. I love my job. Well, it isn’t a “job” really. It pays some bills, but it’s more than that for me. Without teaching I’m not sure what I’d be.
Tonight I had the opportunity to have two of my students babysit for me. This is not something most moms get. I know these girls very well. I’ve seen them almost every day for two years. I know their siblings and their parents. I trust them. What more could you want in a sitter?
It’s the local celebration and reunion in town this weekend. It’s a lot of fun. This year is the first time since we’ve lived in town that I’ve taken part in any of the festivities. I’ve either been pregnant or had a tiny baby at home. It was great fun tonight.
Tonight, though, was strange. I’m at the point in life when I see former students with a beer in their hand. I’m not sure how to handle these situations. I am pretty sure it’s awkward for them, especially when I get super excited to hear a Blink-182 song from when I was in middle school. 🙂
Anyway, I know this is a kind of rambling. But I guess what I’m really thinking is that I hope these kids remember me like I remember them. They’re each such treasures in this world, and if I’ve impacted them even a fraction of how they’ve impacted me, then I’m ahead in this game (including you two babysitters).
Good night & happy Dairy Days,