As a teacher I remember feeling overwhelmed in May and looking forward to a day in the future when I could enjoy the beauty of it without running the boys to baseball practice, dance recitals for Mandy. end of the year programs at my childrens’ schools-not counting my own school’s end of the year graduations, Awards Night, etc while constantly grading exams and getting final report cards out! Whew! It used to be a crazy month… exhausting.
These days May is still a little crowded but with fun experiences to look forward to that don’t require me to run around like a chicken with her head cut off… I can sit proudly through all the grandchildren’s awards programs and dance recitals-feeling present for every event-including our upcoming Ya Retreat at Edisto-sadly Libby won’t be able to participate this year but she is improving every day! Please keep those prayers coming -they are working!
All these emotional memories have come flooding back since today is National Teacher’s Appreciation Day. I will openly admit that as hard as teaching was for my generation… these teachers today, especially since Covid, have dealt with seemingly insurmountable obstacles and yet our teachers have still been there for our children! My hat’s off to them! Let’s show them our love today!
In 1979 Exxon created a professional development program called Impact II-and in the early millennium -Rene Harris and I ( representing SC) were invited to attend one of the first national forums in Utah atop a tall tall mountain called Snowbird.
We became close friends from the experience and presented later in Miami-it was there I wrote a poem ” The First Day of School” that was submitted for publication -It won the Editor’s Choice Award -my first published poetry. .
I am so happy today that I have lived long enough to enjoy the quiet, peaceful beauty of May minus the stress of school closing… but still I really did love teaching and missed so many of those crazy antics of middle schoolers-the toughest growing up transition for all of us in our lives! And I do hope…the last verse rang true for my students.
… “And if your journey takes a life of its own… I’ll sit back and smile at the seeds that were down.”
So until tomorrow… I am still planting seeds… just the plant kind and oh what joy that brings me too!
Today is my favorite day-Winnie the Pooh
Tommy sent me this picture from their rental-told him I was so jealous of the Irish green -wish I could transplant it in my garden, along with the wonderful rain-we are still in a drought with near nineties this week and only small percentages of any kind of precipitation …