WHY...ooohhh, that's why...tee-hee

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Offering inspiration and hope to those bumbling through this life. 

I'm doing the best I can, I'm a work in progress and I've a purpose. 
So. Do. You.

The plot thickens...

We left off, last post, that I had been offered full-time.  I accepted. Being offered 'full-time' though included the M/W/F gig, and then filling in as an aide type the rest of the time, to include Tu/ Th. Pretty sweet.  Not to demanding. Cool.

A few days in, I was offered the position as the 3-year old teacher.

(insert - eyes WIDE open emoji)

"Wondering if you'd like to move into the 3's...?" asks my director.

"Can I think about it...?"  I ask, knowing this is already a done deal.

"MMmmmm...yes....(not really)" she replies

"So this is a 'yes-think-about-it-but-it's-happening-anyway' scenario?"
(internal screaming, kicking, crying)

I'm sick.
I'm sad.

It was a pretty good gig.  Work WITH kids a few hours M/W/F, be of assistance / floating the rest of the time.  Not to demanding.

And literally, that morning I had said to the oldest, "I LOVE my job!  I LOVE my life..."  

JINX.  Boo.

The last thing I wanted was to go into the classroom.  

Last.
Thing.

I was scratching my head, "WHY!?!?!?!"  

"WHY?"

(insert pouty, adult temper tantrum...oh yes, I have them)

Then nap time happened the second day I was in the room.
My precious co-teacher shares her story.

Smack dab in my face - my 'WHY'.

I will not divulge details, out of courtesy for my (now) friend / co-worker. Suffice it to say, as she shared her story, the words coming out of her mouth were things I'd been pondering...wondering.  

Disillusionment, hurt, betrayal...all of it. 

I sat there misty-eyed.  Offering none of my own story at the time.

Since that visit, I have shared my own journey.  We are getting better acquainted.  We went out as families over the weekend.  

At one point during the weekend, we were standing in a restaurant.  Her oldest (she is 4y, therefore, same age as my littlest; they're fast friends and in the same class at school) takes her mom's hand, my hand and places them together.  

It felt right and perfect.
(and not in some weird way <PLEASE> spare me).
It felt like I had finally found 'that friend.'

While she will never replace Sweet T, Miss Pam, Mear-Bear or Melissa, I do believe that at this time in my life I have found a new 'that' friend. I needed one as I embark on a new chapter of healing and much-to-my-chagrin-but-I-get-it teaching 3-year olds.*

That is all...

The Texas Ginger
Bringing World Peace One Hug at a Time
*Please know that I have about two weeks under my belt with these kiddos.  I DO love them; I DO still love my job & my life.  It just...it threw me for a loop.