When Teaching Was a Gift
This year, in this season of my life, in this holiday season, I think I'm both more grateful and more exhausted than I have ever been. I'm grateful for my husband, for my daughter, for the quiet evenings I get to spend next to him while she sleeps, and the quiet, early mornings I get to spend with her while he does. I'm grateful for my sisters, for my parents, that Luke and I both have such loving and supportive families and friends. I'm also grateful for my first weeks as a mother, the time I got to spend both falling in love and gaining my sea legs before returning to work this month - not only because it was such a blessing to have that time, but because it also reminded me, when I returned to work a few weeks ago, why I love my job, how lucky I am to do what I do. So - this year, while I'm so grateful for a myriad of things, I'd like to talk about a specific set of those things, a set that I lose track of most often in the chaos - Moments When Teaching Was...