I can't believe it's here already (maybe that's because our summer wasn't as restful as others have been). We've been back to school as teachers for four days now, and in between meetings, watching required videos, and attending staff development, we've been working hard to get our rooms ready for our Porch Party last night. We always hope that we have a good turn-out because it gives the kids a chance to drop off all of their school supplies early, find their room and desk, meet their teacher, etc., before the first day of school. Then everything tends to flow much more smoothly that first day, plus it gives us a chance to organize many of those supplies that the kids don't keep at their desk.
Well, anyway, I got to meet 19 of my 22 students last night, and then I had an extra parent who came and brought supplies, but the child wasn't able to come. So that means that there were only two parents that I didn't get to meet. That proved to be a pretty good start to the year, I'd say. The kids all seemed really sweet and very eager to be back at school. I hope to have a great year with all of them.
I also got a chance to slip out for a half hour to get over to David's school Porch Party, which is only a mile away from my school. We were glad to see that he got the only male fifth grade teacher, and he seemed to have a neat personality. We also found out that he and David have something in common--a fire ant allergy! It always makes you feel more confident as a parent of a child with a severe allergy to know that their teacher totally gets it. Anyway, David wasn't a real happy camper last year at school, so this year is already looking to be brighter. However, as a mom of a fifth grader, I don't know how great I felt about knowing this was his last Porch Party at the elementary school level. :( This is one year I DON'T want to just fly by.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.