It was a long afternoon of parent-teacher conferences. As I wrapped up my last meeting, I packed up my things and dragged my tired body down the hallway and out into the parking lot. Seeing my car, all alone, made my shoulders hunch even lower.
I finally made it home and entered our warm kitchen.
My husband pulled a homemade pizza from the oven and gave me a big hug. I nibbled on my slice and felt like a zombie. It was 8:00 and I was exhausted. Afterwards I curled up into a ball on the couch with an episode of Friends.
It’s only Monday.
As I got ready for bed, I looked into the mirror above my dresser. Poked into the edge, is a quote that my mentor teacher gave me during my first year of teaching.
It’s still such a great reminder, 9 years later.