Instead of classroom management, I diffuse tantrums and administer time outs. I break up fights over empty laundry baskets, Batman "shooters," and snack cups of leftover Fruit Loops. I repeat "No hitting," "Play nice," and "Please don't pull your brother's fingers off his hands" over and over.
Considering the course of events in my darling state of Wisconsin over the last couple of weeks, I have found myself thinking about what it all might end up meaning in terms of the future of my career. God really knew what he was doing in my life back in 2007. Just when I was gearing up to send my resumes out and start hitting the interview trail for a teaching job, we found out we were expecting a baby. Once that happened, everything changed. Thanks to that turn of events, I have been able to be the one who has spent the most time at home with my children during their young years. I have been there for first steps, first words, first everything.....all while keeping one toe in the classroom. Now, my district (among others) is facing a slew of non-renewals and early retirements, possibly opening up a large chunk of jobs in my field. If I had been hired right away in 2007, I would likely be the one to be losing my job right now.
Yet, I'm trusting that this baby being due this September is no coincidence. And today, Isaiah cuddled up next to me, snuggled in to my neck and told me, "Mommy, I love you when you stay home." Me too, baby. Me too.
He makes a compelling argument.
