all this said, this week hasn't been bad, it's just been different. i have this theory that teachers have two speeds of life. speed one is the summer - lazy, slow, and full of adventures. then there is the school year and suddenly everything speeds up and one day runs into the next and you always feel like you're running behind yourself waiting to catch up. and suddenly it's the week before thanksgiving and you don't know what happened to the fall. teaching is fast paced, it's dynamic and unpredictable. it takes a totally different internal energy. so the shift from nursing mama, slow style, taking it all in and savoring every moment to making copies, racing up stairs, being energized and witty and organized, is pretty intense.
but then there's the moment when i finish work and get to head up the hill to pick up e. as you come over the hill towards my in-laws place there is this stunning view of the rattlesnake mountains, which are now dotted in a soft, white snow. yesterday the blue, winter sky fused with those grey and green peaks and i smiled and took a deep breath, taking in the view, knowing that in less than a minute i would be back with my girl. and then she sees me and is back in my arms again and the rest of the day kind of melts away, my heart rate slows, and i enter back into the dreamy existence that is me and eliana.
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