Every year I question whether or not I'm going to teach preschool again the following year. It's an emotional journey I find myself on as I try to answer that question. One that I commit to a lot of prayer. Running a preschool in your home is taxing - financially, mentally, physically, and especially emotionally.
I feel like every year I approach teaching again with an adaptation of the Richard Gere line from Runaway Bride:
"I guarantee there will be tough times.
I guarantee that at some point, [I'll] wanna get out.
But I also guarantee, that if I don't [teach this year], I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
Because these formative years are so fleeting. And I'm so grateful to be a part of this:
