It’s real now

I opened my email Monday to find two messages that I was expecting.  I didn’t know that I wasn’t ready: ready for the inquiries, the discussions about me (without me), ready to share my blessing. But there they were – a letter from HR confirming my transfer and a note from my new colleague welcoming me.

Immediately, I felt that stirring in my stomach. I looked around my room, which in that instant became a squatting space.  Ten years of accumulated materials, textbooks, and student samples sit on shelves, are filed in cabinets, and are tucked into corners.  Ten years. 

I contemplate who I should share with – do I even share my news? And as I pass through my day, I look at each colleague a little differently. Through the ups and downs, the disrespect and the slights, this has been my home away. I know custodians,  cafeteria staff, faculty, and hundreds of students.  And they know me. 

I read that email from my new department head several times. She captured my sentiments with a knowing empathy.  I feel guilty. I feel elated. I feel… 

I’m moving forward in my career. It’s an answer to a lengthy prayer for change. I’m trusting this is a move I’m meant to make. 

I’m heading to the shark tank and hoping I can swim.

Finally, a snow day happened for me!

Slush, ice, water. No complaints. It earned us a few early-announced snow days.

King of improvisation determined that our snow was merely colder water and thus he could boogie board down the hill.  Aside from a few steering issues, it wasn’t a bad idea at all.

Ri latched on to these neighbors… she liked the friendliness and loved that they willingly shared rides on their double sled.  The girls’ dad stood guard to protect them from the briar pricklies at the end of the run.

Chi discovered in her single run on the big sled that steering was not an easy task. She also figure out that the heavier rider should ride in the rear.

Sick

“Mom, I’m sick.”
“No, you’re not, Ri. You’re tired.”
“Mom, I’m sick.”
**beep, beep, beep*
“Ri, you are sick.”
“I’m tired.”

Picking colors

Back to the library

Early morning trips to the Bull Run library are always nice – – especially when the whole children’s space clears out for story time and “reading with dogs.”  Call me selfish, but I love having the whole area to ourselves.

 

Home to work.

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