Back to School.
That phrase is so bittersweet. Mark and I have had a couple talks about me not going back to school. Maybe just one year to stay home with our sweet baby. Sure it sounds enticing. Cuddle and snuggle and be the for every single smile and milestone. I mentioned it to my friend Shauna who is a stay at home mom. As I was talking about it with her it made me feel like I really wanted to do it. More than I even thought I wanted to do it. So I started to give it some real thought.
Wouldn't it be nice to not have to worry about putting a five month old in daycare?
Wouldn't it be nice to have the time to make dinner each night?
Wouldn't it be nice to have time to run errands so my evenings and weekends weren't so jam packed?
Then I was talking about it with my friends who are teachers.
Then I had a short meeting with my principal (about something unrelated) and stopped into my new classroom.
Then I realized (or just remembered) what a huge part of my like being a teacher is.
I was pumped when I walked out of school.
Today I found myself slowly walking through the back to school supplies at WalMart.
My mind racing with the things I need to buy for my kids and for my classroom.
Christian overheard a conversation between Amanda and me last weekend about sending Brecken to daycare and he was eating and suddenly jumped into the conversation and said, "Oh Kris LOVES babies! She'll take really good care of Brecky and he'll love all his news friends too."
It brought tears to my eyes. He's spent a lot of time at Kris' over the last few years and if he thinks that's a safe and fun place for Brecky I'm sold. And I'm confident in my decision.
I'm going back to school!