My Calling

For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a teacher. I remember bribing the neighborhood kids to play school with me when I was in elementary school. I walked downtown the the teacher supply store with my allowances and turned the spare room off the garage into a pretty impressive little classroom. I was made to teach. I love it. It was my calling.

No part of me planned to stay home with Jackson. I loved my job. Why would I quit? I couldn't answer that question until after I held him. Then I knew. I couldn't sleep imagining going back to work. My heart was breaking. I didn't want to miss a second- not.one.second. After many tears, prayers, and number crunching sessions- I resigned. Part of me feared I would regret it. What in the world would I do all day? What if I was miserable?

I followed my heart anyway. I am SO glad I did. I wouldn't trade one second of this time with this boy for anything. I thank God that His plan was so much greater than mine. As many sweet friends saw their babies off to kindergarten today, wiping their tears as they pulled out of the car line I realized in the blink of an eye that will be my baby and those will be my tears. Thank goodness we have four more years!

So today we had a "Not Back to School" celebration-Jackson and Mommy style. First on the agenda: J shaped pancakes.

After reading books, singing songs and staying in our pajamas for entirely too long I couldn't help myself and we did some crafts.
How can I miss teaching when I get to do it everyday with the most adorable student I've ever had?
I was wrong about my calling. This is it...