I continued to pray and ask God to guide me. I questioned whether this was the job for me. I questioned everything. At that moment, I wanted to kick myself for going into the teaching field. I thought about resigning but wondered what would I do. I love teaching, but that flame was burning out rather quickly. Then one day, before heading home, as I unplugged my cell phone, this image popped up out of no where from my instagram account.
I don't know what it was but it was just what I needed at that time. During my lowest points, I am always quick to forget that the Lord is still with me. While I may not understand his test, whoever said "whatever doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger" was definitely right. You may or may not believe this but two days later, my precious boy transferred. His father got a job in another town and he was withdrawing immediately. It was very bittersweet, and trust me, I felt terrible, but in my heart I knew that God wouldn't give me anything I couldn't handle, and he knew I was struggling. I still have a lot of guilt, thinking I could have done more, or gave more of myself. I gave that boy a big hug on his last day and he will forever have a place in my heart.
I debated sharing this story with you, because I don't want to seem like a Debbie Downer, but I wanted to put it out there in case you have a similar story, and so you know you are not alone. Our job is never easy, and sometimes we don't always get the credit we deserve. Not many people can do what we do, day in and day out. I love Kindergarten, but I've decided to accept my administrator's offer to move to another grade next year. I'm not sure where I'll go, I'd honestly love to stay in Kinder, but I have to keep my faith and believe that everything happens for a reason, and maybe this move will turn out to be something just as great.
I will definitely keep you posted!