Tonight was the open house/meet-the-teacher at Community Christian School, where I will be teaching Secondary English on a part-time basis. As I watched the students giggling together, piling supplies into their lockers, and running from room to room, I had to take a few deep breaths.
This is really happening. These are my students. I am their English teacher.
There's a part of me that is thrilled. Standing in front of students each day is energizing to me, and nothing compares to a lively discussion about truth, beauty, or the way a powerful poem makes you feel. But there is another side of me that is tired before I've even taught one lesson. I don't know how this will flesh out -- this working and being a mom and a wife and a friend and....*sigh* The Hats of a Woman.
But I know I'm supposed to do this. I know it in that deep-gut place where you feel His Voice telling you to move, to speak, to act.
So I will teach. And I will still be a mom and a wife and a friend and all those other roles that make me who I am. I just have no idea right now how those pieces will all fit together. My prayer is that I will have the grace to let myself be "good enough." I don't have to be perfect in all these roles.
I think I'll go make that last line into a poster...