What a blur this week has been. This blog is my personal record of all the wonderful, awful, crazy things that happen in my life. I use it as a reminder that God is faithful all the time. This week was so packed with all of these things rolled into one.
First off, I had my interview for Teacher of the Year at the district level. It started off great, but then I got to the question about who my hero was. I said her name and the tears started. Dr. Barbara Swaby is my hero. Many of you won`t know her. She is a local professor at UCCS. I used to watch her on T.V. years ago. It was a public channel that showed classes and she taught literacy. I knew I wanted to be a teacher as I watched her. One day, I saw her at church. My church. You would have thought Elvis was in the house that day. I could hardly speak when I introduced myself. I saw her at church from time to time and I learned about who she was, beyond T.V.. She is from Jamaica. A beautiful black woman whose Jamaican accent keeps me me enraptured with her every word. I got to know her and her story. Everybody has a story. Who knew that hers was so very much like mine. She was raised poor. She strived to be educated and wanted a better life. She took piano lessons and obtained a music scholarship to help pay for college. She got many degrees and she has become one of the most amazing educators I know. Our skin may be a different color, but our lives are perfect parallels. This is what I told the educators interviewing me. I was so embarrassed to cry in front of them, but I was hit with a wave of emotion as I told about her and I told about me. I couldn't believe that I was chosen as a top educator. Me, a nurse. A teacher who knew nothing five years ago. I have no idea if I have been selected as the district`s Educator of the Year, but it doesn't matter. I have already won. I have overcome much. I GET to teach. I have found my calling. I am so blessed. By the way, I have never had an interview where they hugged me as I left.
Tom and Becca started Fiddler on the Roof. I am so stinkin proud of them. Becca looks so lovely in her dark wig. Tom, my Tom, is amazing. Today, he is the star of the show. He is Tevye. He is my Tevye. He is nervous, but I have no doubt that he will be awesome. Here are some pics from opening night. The friends with me are Ruth and Connie. My mom was to come visit and didn't at the last minute. I have always been the child that required less attention because I was compliant and didn't get into trouble. I may be 46, but its still true. No worries. I have friends that are like family. They are all here to support us. We are blessed.
Speaking of friends here. We may be leaving them in the future. All of these wonderful things here and we may have to leave. I have alluded to big life changes in previous posts. Here it is folks. Last week, Tom agreed to a buy out at FedEx. I cannot go into the gritty details, but it is something we feel we cannot refuse. We have prayed over this for months. God has told us we need to take it. Now we go on to the next chapter. We will not move for at least a year, as Laura will be a senior in high school next year. We are now called to trust. That is the one thing that cripples me. As a child, I learned that the one person I could trust was me. I believe that is why I am type A and am an overachiever. Now God is teaching me to trust him. He has never failed me in the past, and I KNOW he will not fail me now. Tom is looking at positions everywhere, even abroad. We love it here and this is home. I don`t want to leave, but I am trusting that God is going to show us if we are to leave or stay. I saw a great quote the other day. "Don't look back. You are not going that way".
Looking ahead.
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