I'm sitting in my new but unfurnished office after a rough night of sleeping with horrible nightmares. I'm a bit tired, and I bought the strongest coffee I could to get me through.
Through my open office door, I see the a group of special education kids with their teachers and suddenly I'm over my sleep deprived hangover.
I smile as they wave to me as they pass my office door. I'm reminded that He is here and He is love.
I am reminded that I am not patient enough to be a SPED teacher, and there is some shame in admitting that.
I am reminded how I admire those who work with our SPED kids and how they love their jobs and love their kids.
I am reminded that there was a time when these kids were put in an institution or were stuck at home with no means of education.
I am reminded that no matter how much I complain about Public Education, that I am also truly grateful for it. It educated and employed me, and allowed every child in this country an education.
There are still countries in this world where children are denied education (especially girls.)
Sometimes in our misery, no matter how small, we forget that He is there with us.
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