A few more weeks later and the school year will be over.
A week after that a new baby is due.
When the days drag, I remember how fast this month has flown.
Then, I look back and wonder where the years have gone.
I sometimes don't recognize that old gal in my mirror, but once in awhile I get a glimpse of the young woman she used to be. School pictures arrived. I always place my class photo in a school album.
38 years worth of photos, four classes each year: morning and afternoon 3s class and morning and afternoon 4s class, 152 classes in all. WHO IS that young mother, overseer of students, daughter and son? I hope when my days are over, my "kids" will say, "Job well done."