"Nope."
"Not this one, either," I sighed as I add another book to the growing pile on my classroom floor.
I mutter across the
room to my three year old, "Mama isn't going to have any books left!"
He giggles and flashes a smile over at me, "You'll always have books, Mama!"
Why am I such a pack rat? I wonder. Why can't I seem to let go and move on? Better yet, why does education keep changing when I blink?
The purge continues. I keep glancing over to my sweet little boy. His piles of Playdoh cover one of the 4th grader's desks while he chatters on and on about his creations. He's absorbing new information as he breathes.
I glance over to my little boy, and am thankful to clear more mental space for him and my family. They deserve to have more 100% of me when I am home, and that's my current mission.
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