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(Not) Back to school

It feels like the entire world went back to school today.

(Around here, students and teachers have been back for a month and are about to have their first week break thanks to a modified year-round school calendar. Totally awesome until the summer.)

Except not me. I didn’t go back to school. Right now, I’m just mom.

What’s weird is I don’t miss it. I expected to miss it.

I expected to feel a pang of loss? sadness? guilt? something? when I saw my teacher friends posting on Facebook about getting back to their classrooms. Or when I drove past the school twice a week to take Joshua to preschool.

Part of me misses the students. The stories. Sharing my life with them and having them feel comfortable enough to share their lives with me. Part of me misses laughing with colleagues during lunch or planning periods. The adult conversations.

But that’s it.

The last two years I spent in the classroom were fraught with feeling unimportant and unappreciated, not by my students, but by an administration that viewed me as a cog in the machine and not a valued professional. I don’t miss the curtly worded emails that left me feeling like I’d been the one to screw up when I was in no way the one who screwed up. The ceaseless feeling that Big Brother was watching and that at any given moment, my name would be drawn to enter into the Hunger Games of teaching high school for no other reason than that it was my unlucky day.

In a lot of ways, I think the last two years and all of the bureaucracy and bullshit are the sole reasons I don’t miss being in the classroom. And that doesn’t even begin to touch on the nationwide evisceration of teaching as a profession worthy of respect and support.

There are days now when I don’t feel appreciated. When what I want for myself sometimes feels unimportant in the grand scheme of things my family needs.

But it doesn’t compare to the feelings from the past two years.

I still wake up early now. But I don’t dread going to work.

Even on the worst of days, I don’t dread being home with my kids.

I suppose that’s all the confirmation I need to know I made the right choice.

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Suzy Lolley

Sunday 9th of September 2012

Hi Miranda. It's Suzy from Cog-land, ha ha. Just saying hi:) Miss you!


Thursday 6th of September 2012

Amen girlfriend. That's what my last 2 years were like. I actually went in last week and said thank you to my boss for not being an absolute bitch. I told her that I keep expecting to get in trouble for something or be told about what a crappy teacher I am or how wrong I'm doing something and I have gotten none of that. I told her how I developed terrible GERD because whenever I heard my boss' heels clicking my way down the hall I'd feel a fire in my throat and wanna vomit.

Some administrators take the "administrating" piece very far and they devalue us as teachers and I'm sorry, but when teachers aren't happy, that trickles into the classroom and the children know. So... enjoy your time home. Who wants to work at a school where they're under-appreciated? Not me.

Amber @Beyond Postpartum

Tuesday 4th of September 2012

I'm glad you are feeling so positive about your experience and that you acknowledge you might change your mind some days! :-)


Tuesday 4th of September 2012

Oh, some days, I definitely wonder if I've done the right thing. But my heart says yes.


Tuesday 4th of September 2012

Oh my word. Right there. You described exactly how I felt my last year teaching before SAHMness. Great words.

And I'm happy for you too :)


Tuesday 4th of September 2012

Thanks for being happy for me. I'm happy for you, too. :)

Jenn B.

Tuesday 4th of September 2012

YES! THIS! I was most definitely nudged in the direction of stay-at-home-momdom by an administration very much like yours. It was terrible. And it was also wonderful, in a way, because I never doubted my choice once made. At least here, even if I haven't had a shower, even if nobody napped, even if toddler tantrums ruled the day and I was holding my breath and counting to ten to keep my sanity, I NEVER dislike it. I never want to be somewhere that my children aren't (though I do sometimes want to scream expletives). Here I am appreciated, and first thing in the morning I hear over the monitor, "I want Mom," even if I feel like I was a big screw-up the day before. My children want me, and they need me; it's not that kids I was teaching didn't need me...but these little faces of mine come first.


Tuesday 4th of September 2012

Yes. To all of this. Except I occasionally want to be where my children are not. Like a spa getting a massage. But only for long enough for that to happen. Then I'm back to wearing spit-up and slathering peanut butter on bread. And I'm good with that.

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