Freedom

Teaching is the best job ever. I told Heather the other day that I think it has quite possibly ruined me for all other jobs. Having been in a number of jobs, I haven't found anything to compare, and I can't imagine anything else that could offer what teaching offers. While it is a phenomenal priviledge to shape young lives, the schedule ain't too shabby either.

I have not been to my place of employment for the past month and a half. What glorious freedom! If being a parent enables one to live vicariously through their children and expereince childhood all over again (see my previous post), then teaching further compliments that position by allowing a person to enjoy those long, lazy days of summer. When was the last time you rode your bike for hours and hours and went swimming every day?

Such has been my summer. Up until Aydan burned his arm (a story I won't get into right now) the boys and I went swimming literally every day. And the beautiful thing was that this activity was not planned. 1:00? 6:00? Bored? Let's go swimming! Then yesterday we departed on our bikes at 9:00 am and raced through the misty rain, stopping at every park we passed on our nearby bike trail and leaving the trail to crash through a dirt-worn forest path. The only thing that brought us home, over two hours later, was the need for food and a restroom break.

I walked in from the studio twice last night to sneak into the boys' room and gaze on them soundly asleep. Free to be a child, free to laugh uproariously and have fun, free to lie in peace (Psalm 3:5)...and all this for the second time in my life.