A different kind of autumn

Crazy blogging break, I know.  There really is no rhyme or reason as to what’s going on these days but with the rain pitter-pattering on my skylights and a cup of chai keeping me company, I thought I’d open up my computer and write.

Without a doubt, autumn is my most favourite-favourite time of year.  The fiery colours, the slight chill calling for that cozy scarf, the promise of special holidays – and of course, the start of school.  Nothing quite compares to fresh notebooks and sharp pencils; crisp outfits and new classes marking new beginnings.  My love for this onset of autumn has been no different than years past; at the same time, it has been unlike any other.

For the first time since I was five years old, I missed the start of school this year.  Being quite far along in my pregnancy I was unable to partake in the hustle and bustle of the post-labour day fête, and nor have I been reacquainted with routine – that familiar friend – since then.  And it felt weird, I tell you.  REALLY weird.  My long, hot, stuffy, swollen, sloth-like summer has stretched right into a comparatively thumb-twiddling start to fall.  For all the right reasons, though; we are waiting with much anticipation our first baby. Annnnnny day now.

Despite the joy in putting up mobiles and assembling baby furniture (none of which I did myself – thanks, Brent), not going back to work has made me look fondly at school and I feel proud of the role I play in it.  Distance makes the heart grow fonder, you could say.  I perk up at any conversation about reading, I relish the stories of friends and families about all the new learning, and being somewhat on the outside looking in, I’m realizing that in one way, shape or form, the gift of education truly effects us all.

So as we wait for our very own special gift to arrive (really, any day now would be great), I hope I’m not too late in saying, happy back to school, everyone.  We really are, so very lucky.

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June

What a wild and wonderful June it has been.

It’s all rather a blur, actually.  Assessments, report cards, grad, final projects, goodbyes, class placements for next year…

With just a few more days left in the school year, things finally begin to wind down and we find ourselves able to sit down, take in our surroundings, breathe deeply and revel in our gratitude.

Here’s to stopping and smelling the flowers.

Still Here

Hello, again.

I realize it’s been a while since I’ve posted. It’s actually been a while since I’ve done a lot of things.  Not to say that we haven’t been busy in the classroom, or that the kids haven’t been keeping me on my toes, or that the stories I leave with at the end of the day haven’t been many and marvellous.  It’s just been really nice to turn things off and step away from the glaring lights of screens, and not have a phone in my pocket everywhere I go.  I’ve simply been revelling in a slower pace.

Oh, yes.  Then there was the constant nausea, indescribable fatigue and raging hormones. That maaaaaay have had something to do with it, as well. All good things, really – my husband, Brent, and I are expecting our first child in the fall.

So, amid the glorious chaos of classroom life, my head is now also swirling with thoughts of strollers, cribs, all things tiny, and what on EARTH ones does with a baby once they bring them home.

I hope to hammer out some more posts before school’s out (just two more months, I’ll have you know) but in the meantime, the darlings of Division 16 and I will be going about our usual and wonderful grade one business.

Hope you all are swell.

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Sights and Sounds from a Field Trip

“Coooool! They fly under water!”

“I think he likes me.”

“Which way the sharks are?”

“They look smaller in real life.”

(A huge thank you to Daytrippers for making this fun and fascinating field trip to the Vancouver Aquarium possible for us!)

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