Today marked the last day of teaching in my new school. Two years ago, the school I was at, closed and our preschool classrooms were relocated. Originally, I was overwhelmed at the news, having to pack up everything and move on. I didn’t know how long we would be here before we were told to pack up, prepare to move to a new school once again. My heart hoped for this to be my forever school, the place where I would finish out my teaching career.
Here I am again, a place that become so seemingly familiar these days, packing up, moving out and moving on to my next home. The adventure awaits.
Thinking about when I first received the news, being told programming was changing and finding out my forever home was not here, I went through all the stages of grief and circled back around each of them time and time again. It was hard to accept the news, but I learned to trust there is a greater plan in this all.
Who knows if I will have a forever home to finish my years of teaching. Like the dandelion seeds, I will be carried to and settle in the place where I am planted. As my roots begin reached, stretching down deep into the ground, and becoming firmly planted, I blossom, a flower appears. In time, the cycle of life comes full circle. A part of me stays rooted in who I am and become thanks to a variety experiences and opportunities presented and provided to me at the place where I was planted. Through my maturity, my flower has dried and turned to seeds, ready to be carried into a new place and become rooted once again.
Tomorrow will officially mark the end of my 16th year as a Developmental Preschool Teacher. This is the day my team and I will be making sure we have everything boxed up and prepared for the transport of materials to the new school, getting signatures on the checkout sheet. Who knows what the moment will bring, when all is said and done, my keys have been turned in and all the paperwork signed off on.
This evening, there is a bit of a stirring inside. Earlier today I was starting to feel it too. I may laugh, I may cry, I may do a lot of hugging, I may say a lot or not much at all. It’s a moment I’ve known was coming. I may prepare as best I can, but my body will let me know what needs to be said and done.
There are no regrets, no reason to anger or express bitterness. Sad, yes, sadness lives in me and will express itself to release, heal, accept, move forward, and let go. My sadness will be replaced by laughter and joy as I remind myself this place, these people, this school, lives within me. They have shaped me into a better person, welcomed me in with an open mind and an open heart. I take what I’ve learned, take all the wonderful memories, put one foot in front of the other, every step of faith I take.
God has called upon me as his faithful servant, to love and be all who He needs me to be. These last two years have been a blessing and a gift, an incredible chapter in my life!!
We’ll see what each day brings, the decisions that have been made. Until that moment where I once again say about my new school, I will rest assured knowing God is aligning everything and everyone, guiding every step. Who am I to worry or fear? With this, I will have a restful sleep on the eve of my official last day for the 2023-2024 school year.
I am grateful for the teachings, lessons learned and opportunities. God, your Kingdom is being built for all your glory, one brick, one moment at a time.
Magnificent Meraki 