When I grow up....

When I was younger, I always imagined I would be a teacher. I would come home from school each day, take all of my stuff to the playhouse and PLAY SCHOOL with all of Gran's daycare kids. I LOVED teaching. I loved every aspect of it. Then....as I grew up I wasn't sure if teaching was the right career for me. I absolutely have a passion for writing, so I thought perhaps a journalist would be a great fit...I questioned things, but I always end up back at square one, teaching. Isn't it funny how before you even know anything about the person you will become you can already FEEL who you are going to be?!?

Now, sadly....I am all grown up. I am not YET a teacher. I still have quite a bit of school left and the journey to become a teacher truly feels endless. I know in my heart that I will get there, but it all tends to get a bit depressing.

It has been a journey in itself, but now I realize that being home with you 3 girls is simply preparing me. It's letting me enjoy the beautiful moments with you- that I would miss otherwise. I am learning to be more patient. Learning to be more determined. Learning to wear more pride. YOU 3 little girls are TEACHING ME to be a teacher. Who would have thought that I would be the one....a grown adult, learning from my kids. 

I realize just how much you have to offer and to teach me. I hope that you grow up knowing that I LOVE our mornings together. I love it when you come home from school and won't shut up about that nasty boy, or your best friend that you tell me about every day- even though you can't remember her name....still. ;)

I love reading books together. I love the many giggles that we share. I absolutely LOVE tucking you in and standing around the corner peeking in as you say your prayers each night. You have such beautiful, perfect souls. I love everything about who you are, who you are becoming and who you will eventually be.

One day, I will be a teacher. Unfortunately, in the experience portion of my resume I won't be able to list all of our adventures together. I won't be able to put Ha, E and Boo as references. I won't be able to say loudly (and very proudly) that I taught and learned from, molded and was molded myself by 3 amazing little girls. However, you will be the pride that I wear on my shoulder. You will be the smile that I wear on my face. You will be the patience in my voice when that one kid keeps trying and testing me. You will be the will to go on when it's my first year in my classroom and I am having a rough time and want to give up.

YOU are making me who I will be- when I grow up. 

I pray that I have an ounce of the impact on your beautiful life that you have, everyday on mine.

I love you.  Thank you for motivating me, loving me, having patience with me, but most of all thank you for learning with me and teaching me.