Today is July 31st. The end of my time being a full-time stay-at-home-mom. My part-time teaching contract starts tomorrow. (I don't actually have any responsibilities scheduled until next Thursday, but something could pop up starting tomorrow).
Part of me is regretful. I look back at all I accomplished and think that I should have done so much more. I never really dove into the preschool curriculum, I never worked with Blaise routinely on his reading, I never did arts and crafts with the kids. It's easy to see my failings. But I am thankful for the time. I know that on most days I really did try my best and accomplished many intangibles.
Part of me is sad. Lucy is about to turn 2. Not only am I ending my time as a SAHM, but I'm ending the baby phase of my life. She can run, she can talk, she can play pretend with her brothers. Our baby days that I thought I would never survive and would never end are done.
But a much larger part of me is hopeful. Hopeful for who are children are now and who they will become. Hopeful for the new children we will add to our family through foster adoption. Hopeful for the children I will reach through teaching this year.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the , “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. ~ Jeremiah 29:11We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. ~Hebrews 6:19