Take my hand

As I sat on my couch studying while my little man played in front of me I felt a warm little hand grab my pinky and pull me up. I sat my study guide down and followed as my little guy led me across the living room to his favorite spot, the stoop at the bottom of the steps. He sat down and pulled me down beside him. I sat there and looked down into his smiling face and couldn't help but smile. He started into a VERY important story in which only about 30% of it was English but in my book that is a win for a little guy only 16 months old! He told me about Chloe (the dog) and Cheerios and from what I gathered (by a brief scan of the room) he had been feeding Chloe Cheerios while I was studying. Moments like this take my breath away and bring tears to my eyes affirming the fact that we did pick "the perfect time" to have our first baby because we were blessed with our "perfect" son. Despite being in school as a full time student while pregnant honestly I'd do it all over again. Professors told me I was crazy and that I couldn't handle the work load and working while pregnant which only made me work harder. Noah holding my hand today made me think back to a previous post I wrote and it's still as true today (except that I am 1 semester away from graduation!) as it was then... This post was written 8/19/09
Back in the swing of things. I can't believe I am almost done with my Art Education degree, not counting this semester I will have a year left. I am one step closer to my own Art classroom! I still wonder if life will lead me to the elementary, secondary, or collegiate level. All I know is that all I want to do, all I can see myself doing with every fiber of my being is becoming an Art teacher. I can't believe how right it feels teaching my Friday & Saturday art classes, learning about how to be an effective Art teacher/teacher. Every day feels like a gift and I've never been happier. I know finding a job will be a challenge but a challenge that I will be grateful to finally be going through. I am truly blessed to have the opportunity to go back to school (again) to fulfill a dream. Now I look forward to the day when my dream (actual zzzz dream) comes true and I walk into my own classroom and the principal says to me "Welcome to our school this is your room!"