Teacher

I was pouring myself a glass of water from the Brita pitcher we keep in the fridge. Magnolia was cradled in one arm, and Cora was sleeping. The water was chasing a peanut butter bar. They are a weakness of mine, and this is the second batch since Tracey has been here.

Have I mentioned that my hips are about two sizes bigger at the moment? They are. This didn't happen after Cora. I don't know if it's just from weight gain, or if it's a side effect of a vaginal delivery. You know, pushin' a baby through rather than having her lifted out of my abdomen. At any rate, peanut butter bars and water it is...and the 6 pecan pancakes I ate for breakfast at The Original Pancake House.

When I placed my empty glass on the counter, I looked up and saw a name tag from my days as a teacher. Did you know I was a teacher? I was. A high school English teacher. I call it my life before I became a mother. I have a magnetic name tag to prove it, and it lives on my refrigerator. I wore that with pride and seeing the word "Teacher" with "Northwest Classen High School" written underneath it brought a wave of bittersweet.

I love that place.

I love those kids.

My freshman are going to be seniors in the 2010-2011 school year. Wow! Time flies. I'm so thankful we'll be back in Oklahoma City. I'd been trying to figure out how I could get there for graduation with two kids and Jake in school. Now I won't have to worry about it.


Teacher/Mother - With the exception of having to get dressed in the morning - they're very much the same.

Northwest Classen "Knights"

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