The Truth Is

To be honest, I was more than ready for the break.

Frankly I was tired, and running behind with family holiday preparations and projects at home.

I confess-I didn’t miss being at school.

You see…sleeping in, sitting down to read a book in the middle of the day, having time for exercise and errands and unhurried conversations… I loved every minute.

Truthfully, it crossed my mind more than once that I could get used to a more leisurely pace.

I’d be lying if I told you that I jumped eagerly out of bed this morning. It was dark. It was rainy. My room was cold. My bed was warm.

Let me be clear… the last two weeks were just what I needed.

But as I walked through the front doors of school this morning, and smiled at Meg who is celebrating her 10th birthday today, and helped Alex shift his backpack up onto his shoulders, and reminded Isabel to tie her shoes so she didn’t trip, and as I rounded the corner to my classroom and found a note from Chloe, and answered Will’s question about what I’d read over break, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

And as I introduced books and we explored word sorts and shared news from our days apart, I realized I was just where I wanted to be, doing what I love most.

 

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