Is it sitting in those little chairs? The smell of the chalk in the air? The dingy florescent bulbs flickering on and off?
What EXACTLY is it that makes me absolutely cringe to be back in a school room???
I know, maybe it's the fact that I spent 12 years in school and another 7 years in college classes (2 bachelor's degrees, MA, PhD). That's not to count the years I taught in school or in the university.
My poor deluded 1st grader (Luke) went off to class the first day and I thought ... "You have NO clue what you have just signed up for, the YEARS ahead of you."
But I digress.
This morning, I had a parent teacher conference with Mrs. Ryan. She's Kaley's 4th grade teacher. She is WONDERFULLY amazing. Love her. She is kind and respectful and most of all, she likes my kid. She was telling me all the lovely things Kaley is.
Kaley is so tiny that her classmates all want to take care of her, help her out. And truthfully, she can use all the help she can get. Mrs. Ryan is an experienced enough teacher to know that it's OK for a fellow student to help out. She said Kaley and Lydia (the next seat over) are always talking, but it's always on point, never about the latest movie or whatever.
Kaley IS having a bit of struggle with some of her reading/writing assessments ... but we knew that going in. She learns just a bit slower in this area and I'm so thrilled that she has Mrs. Ryan, someone who "gets" it.
So I left this teacher conference with all the confidence in the world that Kaley is right where she needs to be. That is HUGE news. Before sending the kids to public school, SHE was one of my main concerns. But seems that God has put her right where she needs to be.
How often can we say that in life: We made the right choice! So I'm going to enjoy my cup of hot tea and this feeling of doing *something* right. But I'd better drink fast ... I know these feelings are fleeting. ;)