E.T. Phone Home. We miss you.

So one of my teacher pals sent this picture along in our group text- I blurred the faces for confidentiality.  The clearer parts are the Mrs. Terry  stickers in action. I’m guessing my sub doesn’t feel as self-absorbed as I do when I pass them out.

And then this came in the mail with a gift card for dinner.

Today I realized that while I don’t miss teaching music so much (I think maybe I’ve disconnected from it as a result of my principals devaluation of it), I do miss the kids that need the hugs.  Not necessarily the ones who regularly give them but for those melt down kids who have had trauma and need to know they are loved and it will be o.k.  

I ventured out into the world. Two hours at the casino. It wore me out and there was some pain. I’m not thinking of going back early but the trip out let me know where I am healing-wise and the texts with the counselor and the above make me feel like I am a needed part of the community.