But let me say,
a parent calling to say that you make a difference in his son's life, well...it doesn't get too much better than this.
It's quite late. I'm hosting the monthly wives coffee tomorrow night. Because of said coffee, I'm up late baking various goodies from scratch. What goes best with late-night baking?? Why, wine, of course! Now, in truth, it took me about four times to type the previous line (as well as this one) because I've had more than one glass of said wine. So, please forgive any typographical or other errors.
I finally started my new job...a job that took me a mere three months to get, thank-you-very-much! I work with special needs students at one of the schools here on post. This, in itself, is a long conversation left better for another day when so many glasses of wine have left me better capable of typing without so many hits of the "backspace" bar. Let us just suffice it to say that I am ever-so-satisfied with this line of work. It's funny because so many people would fight tooth and nail to NOT have to serve any time in the special needs classrooms. I, me, myself, HOWEVER, find myself finding great peace and satisfaction and meaning of life and so many other things that I cannot mention this fine evening (again, under the influence of alcohol, here) in the daily routine of NON-routine in my classroom.
Not making sense to you?? Perhaps, this is a good thing. That means you understand routine to mean just that: routine. But to anyone who works in an SEC classroom (and oh-my-goodness, when did we start having to abbreviate EVERYTHING?!?!? I mean, really???), routine IS the unexpected.
Anyway, I inherited a system that was, quite frankly, unacceptable to say the least. I am working to change that. And today, amid the hustle and bustle, I recieved a call from a parent to say that, "You make such a difference in my son's life."
And I just don't know how much better than this it gets.
So tonight, with my husband gone, I stand in my kitchen baking for tomorrow night's wive's coffee, drinking some lovely red wine, and thinking I am exactly where I am supposed to be doing EXACTLY what I was mean to do,
and the only thing I would change,
is being able to drink under the influence without having to hit the backspace key so gosh-darn much.
Life is good.