When the going gets tough...

September has been a long journey for me and I have learned a lot about teaching, about myself and about my own family. I have had some very difficult classes, difficult students who required so much patience that I often wondered at my own ability to give it. But my situation right now is neither of those. It is a swirl of trying to learn a new role, balancing home and school, dealing with painful issues resulting from my husband's decline and the demands of my children for whatever is left to give them at the end of a very long day. I am depleted.

I've thought about erasing this blog. It was meant to be an exciting chronicle of my adventure in teaching K/1 and trying to implement a reggio philosophy. Each time I come to the computer and think about writing I turn away because the truth is too painful and it would just be silly to pretend on my little blog read by none. Yet I'm not brave enough to put it all out there.

I miss the glow of a wonderful teaching day more than I can say. I'm trusting that this shall pass and I will find a way to move through this mess of my life with more peace and more grace for myself. My students deserve a better teacher than I am right now. I love them very much. Can anyone except teachers understand that fierce love we develop for our students?

When the going gets tough...