The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet.

Well, I'm sitting here in an empty (messy!) classroom on the last day of school. I just read the sweetest letter from one of my students, and I'm feeling a wee bit weepy. Stupid hormones. You'll have to pardon this post; I think I may actually get a bit warm and fuzzy. Today marks my entry into the world of stay-at-home-mommy-hood. I'm thrilled that from now on I'll be the first to see all of Lucie's milestones. (Oh, by the way, I'm trying out Lucie instead of Lucy.. what do you think?) I am overjoyed that I get to be the one who snuggles with her in the morning after she's had her 5:00 AM feeding. I am especially looking forward to burning that heinous device known as the Medela Pump-In-Style. However, I'm kind of apprehensive about the whole thing.
Teaching and I have not always gotten along. My struggles with organization and details make for some frantic nights before report cards are due. I go home most days with head and neck aches from noise and tension. And many of you know how terrified I am of meetings with parents. However, as this blog has demonstrated, teaching gives me fodder for discussions. It tests my endurance, it challenges me to be more relational, and, most importantly, it gives my life purpose. (Not that having a child doesn't do that as well- I'm just saying that it is a more tangible way for me to contribute to the larger body of Christ) I am worried that I'll lose touch with my congregation, and I fear that I will forsake the greater community of believers for my own tiny world. I also worry that I'll become a hover-parent or *gasp* really, really boring. (Oh, hi! Want to see 500 pictures of my baby learning to crawl?) I would really appreciate prayers during this transition period. I need a lot of guidance in figuring out new ways that I can share my gifts with the church.
Thanks for tracking with me. I've got a whole slew of goofy students stories saved up. I promise my next blog will be full of whimsy.

It's Lucie time!

Playing: Nothing. Just pondering.
Reading: Back to Jane Eyre.