A couple of months ago, I started a new job. I work in the same school but now I work in a special education classroom with children in kindergarten through second grade. I loved this job from the very first day and I have NEVER loved the first day of any job, even jobs I grew to love eventually. This is where I belong, where I am meant to be.
I work primarily with a five-year-old in kindergarten who has Down Syndrome. In all my years of working with kids, he is the most strong-willed kid I have ever met (and I’ve met a lot of them!)
One day, when he was being more strong-willed than usual, if that is even possible, the teacher said, “Sometimes, they make us question our sanity.”
“Oh, no”, I said, “I don’t have to ask. I already know I’m crazy.”
And then we all just laughed.
We laugh a lot in this new classroom of mine. I feel like I am home.