This morning I had to accompany the hubby to work, which means there's an hour and 15 minutes of downtime before I have to leave to pick my kiddo up for the second to last day of summer services. (I'm still convinced a summer monster gobbled up June and July. He's licking his sticky fingers as he gets ready to fork away at August). So as I sit here sipping my Green Mountain Breakfast Blend (with a splash of Bayley's French Vanilla creamer, obviously) and crunching away at my buttery-sticky-honey-fied English muffin, I figure there's no better time than the present to share some exciting, wonderful news.
Friends, family and those of you who have followed my blog for a while now will understand the significance of this. Will understand why I cried big happy crocodile tears after calling to accept the position. Why I feel like this is more proof that dreams really do come true. For others - you may just think I'm a dramatic sappy saddo. I mean, come on. Who the hell cries about getting hired as a preschool teacher?
This chick! That's who!
Since the hubby and I moved from England back to Vermont I've been working as a Behavioral Interventionist for kiddos on the spectrum and with EBD. And while I've absolutely loved my job, my co-workers, and the children (oh, how I've grown to loooove the kiddos) I always known that it was a stepping stone in my journey to becoming a teacher. A job that would change me, educate me, and help make me the best educator I can be. A job that would show me how spectacular every child is, no matter their diagnosis or background. But a job that I would inevitably move on from, when the time was right, to teach.
And after an enlightening, exhausting and truly fabulous 9 months, that time has come.
And so now, for the first time since graduating with my teaching degrees, I will be teaching. For the first time in my life when people ask me what my job is, I can finally tell them what I've always wanted to tell them.
"I'm a teacher."
All of the blood, sweat, tears, dedication, ambition, desire, student debt and love. It's all paid off. It's all been worth it. This is a privilege, a title and a dream that I've worked so unbelievably hard for, and my heart is so completely happy.
I've never been so ready for the next chapter.