I've been thinking about what I would write here to mark the end of my first year as an Early Childhood Educator. I had all these stories going through my mind and things I could say about how of a great year it was, and it was! I guess I'm just really sad to be here now on July 1st and not going back to the W&T 140th location for another year. I won't see those incredible faces of the threes that I taught this year make their way into the class as four year olds in September. I won't see my co-worker every day and chat about the happenings in our lives and her reminding me to "stop thinking about it!". I had so many parents on Tuesday say the words, "we can't wait to see you next school year" and me saying back "actually, I'm being moved to a daycare location and another assistant is taking my place here at 140th." I even had a mother get quite mad at me that her child had to say goodbye to "Teacher Nicole for forever!". Did I really have THAT much of an impact? It didn't really feel like I had while I was surviving my first year of ECE and preschool, I had fun... don't get me wrong, this is the job God created me to do. But I never felt like I was THAT much apart of these children's lives. Yet, the cards and the gifts I was struggling to hold onto (there were so many)... the hugs, so many hugs! No wonder I cried on my way home from work those two days of graduations and goodbyes. Every day that I was there never once felt like "work", it never once felt like an obligation, nor was it ever a bore. I was there because it was something I was honored and privileged to do day in and day out and I am SO excited to do it all over again in daycare in September. I'm already setting up subing jobs for the summer cause I'm going to be bored here at home with nothing to do and I'll miss it. I know that I'll miss those children, the joy in their eyes, the hugs they give freely, the overwhelming excitement over the littlest of things and the incredibly long amounts of time for them to accomplish anything (they're just learning!). I love it all.
It makes me constantly pray for patience for when God will bless us with a baby and a family of our own. There are babies all over, everywhere I look women are pregnant and children are born. It makes it hard to keep off my mind, and surrender that to God. I am very thankful however, that the vestibulodynia treatment is working!!!!!!!!! and that I'm enjoying the intimacy in my marriage for the first time, now we're just waiting for that pregnancy test to say positive! :)
Now that I will have an incredible amount of free time on my hands for 8 weeks straight, I'll be writing on here a lot more! Be ready to be updated!
Blessings on this Canada day!
N.
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