“All the world is a stage and the men and women merely players” Several of my high-school students sat around as we brainstormed ways to move large pieces of lumber and I decided who to take with me on a venue visit. “I used to think people who wanted mini-vans were old,” I told my students. “Now I want one.” One girl, curly-haired and lively looked at me with a, “If you want a mini-van, then you are old expression.” I paused. Thinking about arguments as to why I was still a cool, young teacher: a bigger car would allow me to take them all venue viewing; I might want to pick people up from the airport; and a road trip to California must happen. But regardless of the litany of thoughts processing through my mind, it was true. I’d arrived into my thirties, about twice the age and life experience of my students. It’s no wonder they think I’m old. ** My little girl is two—and every day more opinions, thoughts, and desires pou
Christ-follower, Wife, Mom, Writer, Teacher, Homemaker