I have been counting down the days until September 7th, which marks the beginning of a new school year. I have been anticipating the big day with great joy and excitement. For some moms going back to work is a mixed emotion event. For me, I am jumping for joy like a child awaiting their first day back to school. School is home for me. Staying at home the last two years was difficult for me. Don't get me wrong, I love Adrianna far more than I love my job. The love of a parent to a child is a beautiful indicator of God's love for us. Becoming a parent has taught me far more than any other event in my life. I have such admiration to the endless work of parents. But I also know without a shadow of a doubt that I am called to be back in my classroom. Adrianna loves her daycare which we call "play school". She eagerly walks to the door and waves good bye to me without hesitation. She is surely an independent little girl. Omi, her daycare provider, lovingly calls her Miss Independent. I rest assure that she is in a loving and caring place in wonderful hands of someone who genuinely cares for her. I am learning to trust others, after all raising a child takes a village. This makes me realize how important of a job I have. Other parents do the same to their school aged children. They entrust their children's little hearts and minds to me. What a treasure that is. I pray that Adrianna will experience love through others, just like I pray that my students will experience God's love through me. I pray that as my little girl grows up that she will be impacted by other adults who serve and love a good God. I can't be there all the time or be everything for her. That task is too big for me, but not for our heavenly father. My hope for Adrianna, for my grade three students, for Harvie and for myself is that we can learn more about God through our relationships with each other. Back to school, back to routine, welcome home!
