I miss my students. I miss my friends. I miss sting hi to the ladies in the office and leaving for school early to go Starbucks and telling the barista to have a great day and telling the kids in the hall they’re showing too much love. I miss Wednesday duty days and saying “Good morning!” As the kids walk in the building.
I miss talking kids through lessons and helping them find the a-ha! moment.
I miss the rush of getting ready in the morning and mascara.
I hope I remember this feeling. When it’s back I hope I remember when it wasn’t. I never want to take it for granted again.
I love January 1. It’s a time for renewal, a clean slate, a rebirth. It makes me feel like anything is possible and helps me refocus. I’m not doing resolutions this year. Instead I’m going to focus on living out loud every day. My daughter Katie is 23. Before now I’ve called her DD most of the time. At 23, I think she can handle her name being on the blog. When I started this blog in 2005, she was a freshman in high school. Time flies.
Today Katie and I set out on an adventure. She’s moving to Cleveland, Ohio because she loves the Cleveland Indians. I’m going up with her and flying back in a couple days.
When Katie was a freshman, she said she wanted to go into sports marketing or journalism. She loved baseball. And hockey and the Olympics and pretty much everything sports related except basketball. I don’t know where she gets it. We like the Rangers, but we haven’t been avid watchers since the strike in the 90s. We love the Stars, but we live in Wichita Falls so regular game attendance isn’t practical. The only sports Katie really grew up with was high school football.
All that doesn’t matter, though. She loves the Indians and she’s going to their turf. I tried convincing her not to go. It’s cold. There’s snow. She doesn’t know anyone. She has a life here.
She told me she’s 23 and if she doesn’t like it she can always move back or anywhere else because Starbucks transfers. (Starbucks is her second love.)
I’d have to be okay with the move if she were going with school, so I have to be okay with this move too. It’s the school of life. I sure hope the Cleveland Indians have a good year.
When DD moved to Huntsville to go to school, I spent weeks staring at the ceiling in my bedroom worrying about her.
What a difference three years makes.
Then, I looked at her and saw a kid. Today, I see a young woman.
She moved home after a year, and I was thrilled.
In February she moved out, and I was thrilled. 🙂
The first thing she did when moving home was get a job at the local Starbucks. She was promoted to shift manager this month.
She’s always marched to the beat of a different drum. You can see that in all the blog posts over the years. She’s an artist and an only child and, I’ll admit it, I spoiled her. We both paid the price for that, but it all worked out okay. I’m so proud of the young woman I see today. She’s still finding her way, but I don’t spend hours staring at the ceiling worrying these days. It’s not that the worry isn’t there. It’s more I know she’s grown into a responsible person who makes solid choices.
I’m proud of her, and I can’t wait to see the future holds.
DD’s been working almost full-time for a little over three months, and she’s qualified for benefits including a matching 401(k). She’s 19. And her benefits blow mine away. I’ve been teaching 16 years. Something’s wrong with this picture.
But you know what’s right with it? The fact that Starbuck’s gives benefits to employees, even 30-hour a week employees that aren’t management. I’ll definitely be buying my fru-fru drinks there from now on: hello grande non-fat two pump chai latte.
And another quote I love:
“”I finally figured out that not every crisis can be managed. As much as we want to keep ourselves safe, we can’t protect ourselves from everything. If we want to embrace life, we also have to embrace chaos.”” Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Breathing Room
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