My four year teaching certificate needs to be renewed this month.
As I think about these classroom years, I’m struck by how the backdrop of my life has changed. Foster parenting was the first big change, then eclipsed by Ferguson and all that followed. My wife changed gigs, and I did too. And still the protests. Finally a geographical move to a north side neighborhood we love, add a beloved puppy. A lot of living in four short years.
So I’m tempted to wonder where the time went, but (despite more than a few lazy days this summer) I can see the source of the new gray hair.
Life lived fully, one day at a time, doing the next right thing.
I’ll take it.