Spring is quickly turning into Summer around here. School has ended for the boys; Henry even wore a graduation cap for the end of year program. His teachers have declared him ready for kindergarten. Don't they know he's my baby boy and I am certainly not ready to send him out into the world of full day, five day a week school? Come to think of it, I'm not even ready for that--as evidenced in my last post.
The boys had a wonderful school year. I could not have asked for a better early learning experience. I'm sorry to see it end but will always be grateful for the wonderful, giving teachers who provided Henry and Liam with a safe, nurturing environment in which to grow. (But do they have to grow so fast?!)
I hope that the approaching summer will have a healing affect on my teaching career. Right now I'm at the end of my rope, just trying to hang on and get through the difficult days. I like to keep up a facade of strength--at least online--but in reality, the difficulties have been draining. I'm trying hard to keep a sense of hopelessness at bay.
I'd like to end this post on a lighter note, but both boys are calling (one is crying) for water and it really is past bedtime--for all of us!