'Tis a bittersweet day. Today is officially my last day as a teacher.
I have so many fond memories of my nine years in the classroom. Nine year's of children's smiling faces, relationships with their families, being a part of their lives. Helping them to learn and grow. Watching the magic that is a child learning to read. It has been good.
It has also been stressful, time consuming, hair pulling, difficult. But it wouldn't be teaching if we didn't throw in a little bit of that, am I right? Teaching is not for the weak. It is not for the faint of heart. It takes a warrior to walk into that classroom every day, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.
But for now, I am hanging up my battle gear. I am entering into a new phase of wonderful, difficult, magical, hair pulling delight- the magic that is motherhood.
I am so looking forward to spending my days with the nugget, going on adventures of our own, watching my own little one learn and grow.
It'll be just like teaching, only a million times better, because the student is my baby, and our classroom is the world.