September is a bittersweet time for me: not only do I send my
kids off to school, but I also send myself off to work. I bid
farewell to my short-lived months as a SAHM and head back to the
classroom, where a fresh batch of students awaits me.
At the end of every summer, steeped
in everything us moms do to manage our families, I wonder, with
much anxiety: How am I going to do all this AND work 40
plus hours per week? And then I gently remind myself, I've been at
this for the past 10 years. I can do it.
The smell of fresh crayons still
sends me in a tizzy and I adore shopping for school supplies for my
kids and my classroom. September is when I draw up my goals for the
year, when I revamp my wardrobe, when I clear the clutter in my
life - September is my "new year".
I love the quiet calm of late
August, when I take a moment to prep my classroom. Before I know
it, dozens of high-school students will be rushing in, (hopefully)
ready to learn. I've been at this for far too long to suffer any
first day jitters, and I'm pretty good at maintaining that strict
teacher façade - for the first few weeks - then it crumbles away
and I'm once again "Mrs. B."
I always remind myself that the
quiet student in the corner might one day be protecting our nation
as a soldier, that the chatty girl doodling in her notebook might
be the doctor that delivers my first grandchild, that the teenage
angst ridden boy with the
Amy Bizzarri is a mom of two living in Logan Square. She also blogs at tiramisumom.com.
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