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Here I am.


Here I am.
Leaving the sunshine and flexibility of summer behind for the first time
Forced to unload armfuls of new ideas and lamination in the hallway
So I can pat down pockets to locate my keys.
Slowly I prop open the heavy door.
With a quick flick, fluorescent lights flood this familiar space.
The musty smell of books and untouched stacks piled high greet me
Hello old friends.
Here I am.

Being a teacher would be awesome to have your summers off.
They say.
And here I am late Sunday night.
Shuffling furniture can feel as heavy as the weight of this calling at times.
Moving piles of new curriculum to their home
And supplies as numerous as the individual needs that will soon fill this space.
Here I am.

Overwhelming feelings bring into focus the huge task ahead.
Stress starts to creep in
Threatening to suffocate and paralyze my best efforts.
So much to do to prepare, so many needs, create the perfect space
How to fit it all in, create the ideal schedule, communicate, cut, laminate, plan....
Deep breaths Derrica.
Here you are.

Like those deep breaths I'm able to take in, I hear this quiet reminder
You have been given this job, I have called you here.
Here you are.
Twenty plus kids will soon enter this room entrusted to my care.
180 days to serve, love and equip.
Advocating and protecting, hugging and challenging
A job now much more than just educating.
Here I am.

I've put you here for a reason
I've handpicked these kids to walk through your door 
I've prepared you for the hardest day
And will celebrate with you on your best.
I will equip you along the way when you feel unprepared
I will never leave you on your own.
Just trust Me, love these little ones like crazy
And breathe.
I am with you in your classroom.
Here I am.

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