Like snowflakes...

The feeling of anticipation that led up to Tuesday, the first day of school, was something foreign to me. I had butterflies in my stomache and my mind danced keeping me awake all of Monday night. Yet, as I drove to school in the morning my imagination ran wild with the possibilities that would soon fill my quiet classroom. I waited, with the excitment of a child on Christmas Eve, watching as the clock ticked away the minutes.

All at once, the echoing silence became filled with energy and personality. I met parents who's eyes said both, "Thank goodness school has finally started" and "I do not know you, yet my child will be spending most of their waking hours with you."

I also met my students at the door. I noticed that some were tentative and offered only a shy smile when I introduced myself. I wanted to whisper in their ear that I was feeling the same way...butterflies and everything! Yet, throughout the day they allowed glimpses into their personalities and I began to see the differences that make each of these chilren so unique. There was still that nervousness that is coupled with the uncertainty of a new situation - yet, we began to feel more comfortable in this space.

Over the past few days I have been bombarded with many different emotions. I have at times felt overwhelmed, frustrated, and tired. Yet, with the same breath, I have never felt more exhilarated, patient, and energized. I am surrounded by a wonderful, supportive staff and I have an angel in my room (part time). She is the Educational Assistant who works in my classroom for half of the day and without question she is truly a beautiful soul. She is able to offer both wisdom and a different perspective - above that she uses such kind words of encouragement that have the ability to calm and warm my heart. I believe that this is "the beginning of a beautiful friendship".

This is truly my passion. I understand that this may not always be true, however, I choose to be present and purposeful in this moment. I wish to pour out what I have to offer onto these precious ones and for the short time I have - believe in them, love them, and learn from them. Without a question there is nothing more rewarding than hearing from a parent that this is the first time that their child has been excited to go to school. Or to look up into 26 smiling faces and realize that they feel safe and happy in this room.

How blessed am I to awake each day and know that I am making a difference? And to see that each student is so uniquely beautiful. Like snowflakes...