What a week. It’s been an emotional roller coaster. On Saturday, I put in for a transfer to a school closer to my house. After meeting with my principal, meeting with the principal at the other school, and much stress, it is official, I will be teaching at Forestbrook Elementary next school year. It wasn’t an easy decision. I have been teaching at Homewood Elementary for 10 years. I grew up there. It’s kind of like your best pair of flip flops. They are just part of you and you want to wear them everywhere and even though they get old, you just can’t seem to bear to part with them. That’s what Homewood is to me, a place of comfort. I know everyone there. I know the kids. I know the teachers. I know the parents. I am comfortable, but sometimes in order to grow, you have to leave your comfort zone. Just like, when it’s time, you have to get new flip flops. You still don’t have to get rid of the old ones. And, Homewood will always be a part of me. I’ll never get rid of it.
But, alas, having a baby changes everything. Homewood is 20 miles from my house, one way. Forestbrook is a mere 6 miles. My child will be able to attend Forestbrook and I’ll be there with him, so I won’t miss his awards ceremonies or assemblies or his everyday successes. I won’t have to drop him off and leave him on his first day of Kindergarten. He’ll be just steps away. And, with such a shorter drive, I’ll have almost an extra hour a day with him… times that by 5 hours a week…times about 40 weeks and I have gained a lot of time with my child that would otherwise be spent in the car negotiating speeding traffic and slow tourist drivers.
I certainly didn’t make this decision lightly. I prayed and asked God to make it completely and blatantly evident of the course I should take. He did just that. From giving me a peace about it, to orchestrating a series of chance meetings, to just taking care of all the details. So praise God that he knows what is best for us and is able to open doors that need to be opened and close ones that are ready to be shut.
I hate, maybe even detest, change (normally). But for some reason this change is different. I think it’s that peace…that knowing that God is in control…that He has a plan…that I am walking in it…that this time, change is best.