The Addiction
Pssst, I’m over at SVMB today talking about a VERY SERIOUS addiction I have.… SOS send help in the form of Twizzlers.…
Archive for January, 2009
MLK Jr. from a 4 year old’s perspective
“Mom, do you know that Martin Luther King Jr.‘s birthday was Monday? Ya, and it’s important because he has the same face as Barack Obama!”
“Yes, he’s an African American just like President Obama.”
“Ya, and did you know that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to ride a bus that light tan people were riding on? And the dark brown people were not allowed to ride it and they kicked him off!!??”
“Really??”
“So Martin Luther King Jr. solved the problem and just made everyone dark brown so then they could all ride the bus! Isn’t that cool??”
“Yes, very!”
The conversation BC had with me the other day was so sweet and innocent. But I think the thing I enjoy the most is that having this conversation made me appreciate even more that we live in a community where my kids are surrounded by people of all different colors, beliefs, and orientations. And my kids will grow up to know that no matter who a person is and whether or not you have the same beliefs or skin color, people are people and we can all get along.
For that I am so grateful!
Well, that settles it.
Damn, when you ask God to help make your decision clear, be prepared for the results.
My husband and I have been struggling with whether or not I should go back to work full time next year. Part of me thinks that having a full time income would be really nice. It would help our family breathe as we pay our monthly bills. It would give us enough to pay for eClaire’s preschool and additional child care for both kids. It would not make us rich, but help us breathe.
On the flip side, in August my youngest will only be three and a half and will have two more years until she attends kindergarten.
She still needs her mom.
Additionally, next year I will be in the last year of my Master’s program. Next year will be the most time intensive year of the program.
My family still needs me.
But the small financial increase would be so nice…
My gut says that one more year of part time work would be perfect.
One more year.
It’s been on my mind so much that I’m having dreams at night of going full time in August and showing up on the first day of school to blank desks, no plans and absolutely no idea what to do. But then, like a knight in shining armor, my teaching partner walks in the classroom door and saves the day.
One more year. That’s all I want.
Well today I was greeted at work with a standard letter asking what is my intent for next year. Will I be working full time or part time.
There’s that question again…except it is in writing this time, not just a hypothetical.
So I say a prayer. “God, please help me make the right decision. My heart says one thing yet my head says another.”
One more year, that’s all I want. That’s all my heart wants. One more year.
Well I sure cannot say that God doesn’t sometimes slap you in the face. Because he does. My decision became pretty clear.
In the form of a letter from my district.
Waiting on my counter was a letter informing me that my leave of absence is officially up in June. I will not be allowed to ask for an extension and will either have to go full time or put in my resignation.
And so now I sit here, prayer answered.
One more year…that’s all I wanted.