When I grow up, I want to be a teacher. And a Mom.
I AM a grown up, aren’t I?
And….wait for it…I’m a Mom. And a teacher.
Growing up, my Mom was a teacher. She started Bible clubs in our neighborhood. She stepped in at the local missionary school when there wasn’t a teacher for 5/6 grade class. She homeschooled my brother and I until we were in 6th grade.
She was a great teacher, and I wanted to be just like her.
My Dad was a teacher, too, although I didn’t get to have him teach me. He taught the smarty things like French and Math…the things that I struggled the most with. He was (and still is!) an AMAZING teacher. He has a way of communicating and engaging his students and has such a passion for everything he does.
I guess with that background, I was just meant to be a teacher!!
I always knew I would be a teacher. My Mom told me that I used to line up all my dolls and barbies and “teach” them Sunday School lessons. When our cat had a litter of kittens, I would try to line them up and teach them Sunday school lessons, too! Too bad they tried to run away…
In May 2013 I earned an Early Childhood Education degree. It took a lot of work, but I never once doubted that teaching is my passion.
I often don’t enjoy the lesson plans and working with kids all day is exhausting, but I get so much energy when I’m teaching.
I worked at daycare for the following year until I got pregnant. Then we decided that my job would be being a Mom.
I’ve always loved babies and kids. Always.
I always thought I would be a Mom, and I selfishly thought I’d be pretty decent at it.
Imagine my surprise when I found out how incredibly hard motherhood actually is!
And yet it is the most rewarding thing I have ever aspired to be!
So what about you? Are you living your dreams?