|Liv at Bunco with my work girls last October, shortly after I went back to work|
Back to school, back to school.
I honestly have Billy Madison’s tune in my head every time school starts. I might even sing it a little bit. Don’t judge.
I love school. I love learning. Really, most teachers do. It’s why we went into this profession in the first place. (It certainly wasn’t for the hefty paychecks.)
Last year, I was a new mom, and I returned to school when Liv was four months old. She was born two days after school let out, and I took an additional five weeks. Going back late first quarter was challenging. Although my daughter has outstanding child care when my husband and I are at work, I still worried constantly in the beginning. What if I missed her first word? The first time she rolled over? The first time she crawled?
I may have missed some of these things. (Her sitter was nice enough not to tell me if I did.) When I heard “mama” for the first time or saw her scoot across the floor, that was the first time for me, and that was all that mattered.
This transition back has been different than any other first day in the last several years. I am excited, yet I miss being with Liv during the day. My head is flooded with new ideas for curriculum and parental communication. Notebooks full of reading strategies are waiting to be implemented. I am even excited for state test scores to be released next week.
Yes, I am a teacher. I was a teacher way before I was Liv’s mom, and I love both jobs.
I love that I can help adolescent kids grow into amazing adults but then come home and spend time with a beautiful little girl that will someday be an adolescent herself.
I love that my job as a teacher is different every day. I never know what a kid will say or do. Every class dynamic is different. Every day with Liv is a new adventure. She surprises me with her new words, funny looks, and undeniable love and affection.
I love my staff at school. They make me a better teacher, and I can’t believe how lucky I am to work with such incredible professionals. I love my family at home. My husband is a great father to his two children, and he works so hard for our family.
I have the utmost respect for stay-at-home moms. I know it is a ton of work. Caring for an infant and now a toddler has been more challenging than I could have imagined, but it has also been the most rewarding job in the world.
For those moms who can’t stay at home or choose not to, I know your job is a tough one as well. After being “on” at work all day, you can’t get home and relax anymore. You are on to job #2, the most important job anyone can have. You are a parent.
I love both of my jobs, and I am back to full-time teacher full-time mama this week. It’ll be the first year I take on both positions for the entire school year, and I am ready for the challenge.
Yes, Billy. We’re going back to school.