So, the dreaded first day of school came and went and here's the truth. It was awful. I didn't want to leave my baby. I didn't want to go to work. I had built this up in my head to be this horrible thing and it weighed on me.
I made it through the first day. I cried on and off, but overall, I knew it was okay. By the time the teacher workweek was over, I was still sad and missing sweet Greyson. Then, the kids returned to classes. I have no time to think about him. I have no time to worry or feel bad for myself. I'm too busy to beat myself up about not being able to spend my days with him. What a blessing!
This is my 6th school year of teaching Level One Spanish and I've finally "hit my stride." My students are awesome and I am so grateful to have them to distract me from my self pity. I was surprised to find I felt really good being back in the classroom. Motherhood is stressful and full of choices and as a newbie momma I find myself obsessing over the best way everything. It's good to have that feeling of competence and confidence in something again.
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