This morning you got up, put on a tie, and drove to work to teach your students in a classroom for the first time in over a year. You’ve been working within the comfort and safety of our home for so long and now you get to help your students find comfort and safety within your classroom. I’m proud of you for being willing to go back when others refuse. I’m proud of you for the way you’ve shown up for your students on Zoom for a year. None of this has easy but you’ve handled it with grace.
That fateful Friday in March 2020 when you walked through the door with our three, smiling children and said, “School’s closed!” was one of the most hopeful days I’ve ever had. Until then, I didn’t realize how dark my days were. I didn’t realize how close to the edge I was, how deep in my depression I was. Walking through an unwanted pregnancy, incredibly sick and very much alone, I could not even bring myself to ask for the help I needed. Then, one Friday afternoon, my people came home…
…and they didn’t leave for a year.
I wasn’t alone anymore. There were smiles. There was laughter. There were snuggles. There were blessings within the mess we were working through and a loud, chaotic home that far surpassed the deafening silence that had been tearing me apart for 5 months.
The day you brought our babies home and didn’t leave was one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever been given. Jesus knew what our family needed. You and our children met me where I was and pulled me back toward the light, toward slow but possible healing. I’m forever grateful. I love you. See you after school!