Eight

Sometimes, I think I’ve learned more from them than they ever have from me.

Big Changes: Big, HUGE.

And I’m so excited for the next step: and to continue to share it with all of you.

I don’t know if other people experience this as often as I do? Maybe just neurodivergent people? Maybe it’s just me.

I think we all have something that makes us a superhuman, don’t you?

I’m not just a mother-but I am who I am. I will become what I’m supposed to become-because of motherhood, because of my sons.

When I think about who I am as a teacher, I think about these people. How well they knew their subject area; how well they knew their students.

Maybe I’m not the only one who does this. Or…maybe I am. I mean, no one has recently accused me of being mentally stable.

So here’s to 2022. The good, the bad, the ugly. The growth and all that comes with it: pain, tears, scars, healing, and learning.

I want him to know that I love him with every part of my being, every breath I take, every beat of my heart.

I thank God every day for the people in my life who call me on my shit, and remind me of my worth.