And just like that...the last school year of my teaching career is over.
You might remember a few months ago when I announced my new position as the director of special services in my current district. At the time that I agreed to this position, back in late August of last year, it seemed like a lifetime away. It seemed like there was so much more time left in my classroom. I mean, nine months is a LONG time, right? And yet, here we are...the last day of school. I'd be lying if I said I was over-joyed as I left the school parking lot today. Yes, I'm excited for my new journey, but I feel like every time a season in our lives comes to an end, there is some grieving that must take place. I have known that public education was the career choice for me ever since I can remember. There was never a time in my life that I thought of any other career choice. I can remember being preschool age and "playing school" with my dolls and stuffed animals in my bedroom. (I always tried to recruit my little brother, but it wasn't quite as enjoyable for him.) My new role is exciting and refreshing and something I am looking forward to. But in reality, there are things I am losing. Things I'm giving up. Things I am having to let go of. Building relationships with the same 20-30 kids day-in and day-out. Being able to make an impact in the daily lives of the students in my classroom. Creating lessons that are engaging and interesting for my kiddos. Spending time with some of my dearest friends all day, every day...my hallway colleagues. Yes, I know I'll still be making a difference. I know I'll still be able to connect with children. I know I'll still have an impact. I know I'll be in the same building I've been in for the last eleven years. But this afternoon, my students of nine months walked out of my room. I waved goodbye to my students and headed straight to the cafeteria to set up for the celebration we have at the end of every year. When the staff get-together was finished, I headed back to my room. I walked down a mostly empty hallway to my mostly empty classroom. And it was then that I had a few tears. Okay, I had a lot of tears. Even tonight, as I sit here typing this, I have a tear rolling down my cheek. There are a lot of things to look forward to.. There's a lot to be excited about. But there are also a lot of things to be sad about...and that's okay. I think that sometimes we feel like there's something wrong with grief. Like we shouldn't feel sad when we are moving into something that seems bigger and better. Why would I be sad about this opportunity? Why would I have a hard time moving into a position that seems so perfect for me? Well...because it's normal. It's completely natural to grieve the seasons of our lives. Change is necessary and important...but change can also be difficult and painful. So as I sit here tonight on the farmhouse front porch, watching the fireflies blinking away in the field across the road...I will just have a good cry. You might remember that I believe ugly-crying is a vitally important part of life. I will cry for the thirteen years I spent in a classroom. I will cry for the dear friends and colleagues...my teaching BFFs. I will cry for lesson planning and connecting with "that one kid" and lightbulb moments for struggling learners. I will cry for read-aloud chapter books, scented chart markers, and my favorite bright pink fake leather rolling office chair that I bought on clearance for $15 a few years ago. I will cry for my teaching partner who has become like an older brother to me over the last ten years. I will cry for the comfort and the security and the partnership that will change drastically in the near future. I will cry and I will smile. I will look back fondly on the experiences and lessons and memories that have become so important to me inside the walls of my classroom. I will clean out that classroom over the next few weeks and I will move (some of) my belongings down the hallway to my new office. I can't promise that there won't be more tears. And there's nothing wrong with that. Cherish the seasons, friends. Each of our seasons is filled with important lessons and precious memories. But grieve the seasons if you have to. Tears from the farmhouse tonight...and hope for tomorrow. Much love, "Mrs. Newkirk" ❤️🏡❤️
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When I read the book It Starts with Food by Dallas & Melissa Hartwig, over a year ago, I learned about the importance of a "reset" for our bodies.
That's what the Whole30 is all about....resetting your body back to a “whole” diet with all real, clean foods and nothing processed. After my first two rounds of the Whole30, I gradually fell back into my old eating habits and in turn welcomed back the joint pain, constant exhaustion, and digestive issues that come with eating “Frankenfoods”, as Melissa Hartwig calls them. About nine months ago, I read Melissa’s second book, Food Freedom Forever. It was with this book that I really started to understand the process of resetting, occasionally enjoying foods that are “worth” going off plan, and then quickly resetting again. So you spend most of your time in this "reset" period of eating the foods that are very best for your body. It was such a novel idea to me after spending years trying to "get healthy" and "lose weight" and "get in shape". Research shows that calorie-restriction (or the complete restriction of specific foods) does not promote a sustainable lifestyle. It makes so much more sense to live in a place of "reset" with an occasional jump off-track here and there. And then this week, as I was trying to stay caught up with classroom planning, home responsibilities, and three little farm girls, it hit me...I should be living most of my life in a place of "reset". I think we've been getting it wrong all these years. Instead of mirroring that "reset" lifestyle, where we focus on the basic principles of sustenance, we overindulge in every way, every day. And I'm not just talking about food. I'm talking about the over-connectedness we have by being in constant communication with those around us by texting and social media accounts. I'm talking about saying "yes" to every single request to volunteer or spend time on various projects outside of the home. ...about having so many belongings in our homes that we are slaves to them...spending every extra minute in life cleaning and maintaining them. ...about eating out three or four times a week because everyone won't be home all at the same time or early enough to eat supper at the table. ...about being so involved in every extracurricular activity offered to your family that you don't have time to just be home with those you love or to spend time with your church family. Sidenote: Check out our minister's blog post from today...crazy timing, considering most of this post was already written! I think the struggle is that these things I just mentioned above are THE NORM. In the average American family, times of "reset" seem to be few and far between...only happening on a rare weekend when there is nothing else going on. The problem with this is that we NEED more "reset" than that. A healthy physical, mental, and spiritual life is promoted when the "reset" becomes the regular. When we spend time sitting at home, instead of rushing from 'Point A' to 'Point B'. When we purge unloved and unneeded items, instead of letting them control our homes where we must organize them and clean around them constantly. When we have the freedom to say "no" to activities and even volunteer opportunities because we know that it would not put us in a healthy state of mind. When we have time to plan a healthy weekly menu and make food (or enjoy Mr. Farmhouse making the food) for our family each night instead of taking advantage of the drive-through whenever it's available. In order to make this work, we have to be intentional. It will take carefully calculated decisions each and every day to find that "reset" life. However, I'm looking forward to taking these next six months to really hone in on what are the most important parts of our life at the farmhouse and starting to weed away everything else. I need a reset. How about you? ❤️🏡❤️ 2017 was a wonderful year in so many ways.
But if I'm being honest, it was also a hard year. In 2017, my mom lost both of her parents. Of course, this would be a difficult situation for anybody...losing both parents in one year. But it was especially difficult for us. A strained family relationship can make loss seem so much greater. Mom wasn't only grieving for the loss of her parents, but for the absence of a normal functioning family. Grieving the loss of the chance at reconciliation and healing. Someday I will tell her story in it's entirety. But not today. Today, I want to recognize some of the difference-makers in her life. Mom can remember going to Vacation Bible School at a very young age with her Aunt Peggy's mother, Mrs. McIntire. Mrs. McIntire always made Mom feel like she was thrilled to have her there. Mom still thinks of her when she smells koolaid...all these years later. Mrs. McIntire was difference-maker. When Mom was about five, she remembers starting to go with her grandma to her adult Sunday school group. They met at each others' houses. Mom has fond memories of spending time with her grandma's friends...serving punch and cake and just visiting with them. These women were difference-makers. Mom went to church every week as a child with her Grandma Hannah (great name, huh?). When she was in second grade, she remembers wanting a Bible with her name on it for Christmas. She got this gift and remembers reading it every night, loving every minute. Grandma Hannah was a difference-maker. When Mom's family moved to Adrian her seventh grade year, the Johnson family took her to church every Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and Wednesday night. It was during this time that she went on a "Youth for Christ" hayride and committed her life to Christ. Hal & Fern Johnson were difference-makers. Throughout Mom's middle school and high school years, her friends' mothers became wonderful mentors to her. These women helped her get through school. They taught her about honesty and hard work. They taught her character traits and Christian principles that continue to serve her well, over thirty years later. Fern Johnson, Darlene Greenwell, Lila Gunn, Jeanie Brewster, Thelma Six, and countless others were difference-makers. Mom got married in 1980 to my dear ol' dad. Dad has supported Mom through many insecurities that came from a difficult past. Together, they have raised two amazing children, if I do say so myself...ha...just kidding. Because of the difference-makers in Mom's life, she has an amazing story of grace and generosity and love for others. She and Dad have adopted another daughter and provided for countless other foster children throughout our lives. She has a heart for children who have been mistreated. She has served in the Church for in every way imaginable...for all age groups and many ministries. She sees a need and meets it. My mom is a difference-maker. Despite a painful childhood, filled with neglect and abuse...she is a difference-maker. Despite anxiety and insecurity that comes from her past...she is a difference-maker. Despite the odds being seemingly stacked against her...she is a difference-maker. THAT is the power in kindness and compassion. THAT is the power in really seeing people. THAT is the power in serving others. THAT is the power found in the grace of Jesus Christ. We CAN make a difference, friends. ❤️🏡❤️ This is a big one, folks. This post will be unlike any post I've ever written. Yesterday, a student asked me about the situation and I decided it was probably time to let the cat out of the bag. My colleagues and my family, along with some friends, already know my big news. However, I feel like posting it on the blog makes it public knowledge and that can only mean one thing... This is really happening. After thirteen years as a teacher of one kind or another, I'll be leaving the classroom.
I wanted to be the reason that a student with special needs felt successful in the general education classroom. When my former students were asked later in life who their favorite teacher was...I wanted to make that list. I wanted my kiddos to look back on their time with Mrs. Newkirk as their teacher and say, "She played a small part of who I am today." I'm hopeful that I've been able to make a difference like this in the lives of kids and families over the last thirteen years. However, the Lord has also given me a passion for people with special needs. My parents opened up a group home for adults with disabilities when I was in upper-elementary school. What started out as four adult women with various needs living with us in our home from then until my high school years has now grown to three separate group homes in our small town, where we provide housing and community habilitation services for twelve ladies. Growing up in the group home led me to pursue a double-major in college...elementary education and special education. In fact, I started my career in the special education classroom and only transitioned into the general education classroom because of a series of crazy events that I believe the Lord orchestrated to give me general education experience, to allow me to meet and work with some of my very best friends in the world, and to give me an opportunity to touch the lives of many children over the last ten years. Almost nine years ago, I graduated with my masters degree in Education Administration. My plan was to continue teaching for several years and then hopefully find an elementary principal's job to finish out my career...but not for a looooooong while. And then, a few years ago, my principal (a mentor and friend to me) said, "Have you ever thought about going into special education administration?" ![]() Well, I hadn't really considered that and honestly didn't even want to think about going back to school. (Okay, in the interest of full disclosure...I didn't want to think about PAYING to go back to school.) However, the administrative team encouraged me to not dismiss the idea immediately, but instead to call and see what classes I would need to fulfill the requirements necessary for a job in special education administration. So in April of 2016, I called. And I needed two classes. Two. I needed one class that was offered only a 45-minute drive away, over three weekends that next summer. Three weekends that were open on our family calendar. I also needed an internship class that I could do right there in my home district with the Director of Special Services. And we could pay for them both in cash. No more student loans. That seemed easy enough. So I signed up, thinking it would be good to have options for my very distant future. I finished up the class over the summer of 2016 and finished the internship in the spring of 2017. Fast-forward to this past August...the beginning of this school year. Our superintendent calls me into his office to tell me that our current Director of Special Services is retiring at the end of the year and he would like me to be ready to present to the school board about the possibility of stepping into that position for the next school year. WHAT!?! Like NEXT YEAR!?! His idea was that I could be trained during this school year...to shadow our current director, to prepare to take that role the following August. Long story short, Mr. Farmhouse and I prayed about it. A host of family and friends prayed about it with us and for us. We had lots and lots of conversation about it. I talked for hours about the possibility to my current teaching partner. I contacted friends of mine who are special education directors for support and answers to my questions. I presented to the board. They offered me the job. And I accepted. I believe that I will be able to use my leadership skills, my passion for education, and my knowledge and experience working with my students and the adults in our group home with special needs in this new role. I believe that this is just another place that God can use me to make a difference in the lives of children and families. There are things about this transition that will not be easy.
With any transition, there will be some sorrow...some difficulty.
But there will also be joy, excitement, reflection, and new ideas. I am so thankful to be able to stay in my current district. I've grown so much as an educator and met so many people who are near and dear to my heart. I'm grateful to my principal for pushing me to go back to school, our superintendent for encouraging me to move forward, our school board for giving me this opportunity, our current special education director for training me, my mentor special education director from my alma mater, my colleagues (current and former) for believing in me, the two fourth grade teachers in my building that make up the other half of our team for offering so much encouragement this year, my teaching partner for all of his support through the years...especially this year, my friends, my family...our parents, grandparents, and siblings, my dear Mr. Farmhouse and our three sweet girls. I'm grateful for my students & their parents through all of my teaching years. For the life lessons that I have learned standing in front of that classroom. For the opportunities to grow and develop into the educator I am today. I'm just so very grateful. Life will be different here in the farmhouse in just a few short months. For now though, I'm going to enjoy the time I have left this year with my darling third graders...shaping young minds. Laughing with them and cheering with them. Helping them along and making sure to let them know how much they help me along, too. Something has happened to me since I delivered our third daughter three years ago.
I get a bit emotional. I cry when I'm happy... When I'm sad... When I'm angry... When I don't sleep enough... When I sleep too much... When I see an old man in overalls. I cry when one of my daughters says something sweet to her sister... When a student masters a concept he or she has been struggling with... When a first-year player on one of the girls' sports teams makes a basket in a basketball game or gets the ball over the net in volleyball... When one of the girls shows understanding of the blessing that their great-grandparents are... I cry. Usually, this consists of a lump in my throat and my eyes filled with tears with just a few escaping down my cheek. But not always. Sometimes, my little "choked-up, tear-running-down-my-face" crying turns into a big ol' ugly-cry. Anyone else? I can specifically remember a day when our second daughter was just under a year old. She hadn't been sleeping well and I was having "one of those days". You know what I'm talking about...right, moms? One of those days where I was barely holding it together through the school day. I hadn't slept a full night in several weeks, my students were enjoying the last week before spring break as if it were already spring break, and I felt like I was living in a fog with a toddler and an infant. My teaching partner casually made a comment in the teacher's lounge full of our colleagues giving me a hard time about the fact that I had mentioned taking a nap before I went home after school. He meant NOTHING by his comment. On a normal day, I would have just laughed. But bless his poor heart...this wasn't a normal day... I laughed at first and said, "I know..." and then the tears started coming, "...isn't it ridiculous?" All the other women in the room immediately started trying to make me feel better and my poor teaching partner apologized. But it wasn't his comment at all. He felt bad that he was the one that tipped the emotions from laughter to tears. But at some point or another, we've all been there. I think sometimes you just need a good cry. There is something about it that's cleansing to the soul and spirit. In fact, that afternoon, after my ugly-cry, I was already laughing about the whole situation. One morning, shortly after my grandpa had passed away, I walked into Casey's to find all of his coffee-drinking buddies there. I said my "hellos" and went about my business. As I walked out the door, an older man I didn't know met me there...in his Key overalls...just like Grandpa's. And as I walked to my car (and all the way to work), I ugly-cried. Sometimes, it's just necessary. So this is your permission. If you need to ugly-cry...just let it out. Whether it's because of grief, stress, excitement, anger, or pure joy. Just let it out. An ugly-cry every once in a while can be a beautiful thing. And if you're still a bit unsure of letting the waterworks loose, I'm not just an ugly-crier...I'm a contagious-crier, too. So if you need an ugly-cry partner...I'm your girl. ❤️🏡❤️ Today was day #5 of my school year, but day #1 for the girls. This year, I have a third grader and a fifth grader. How. Did. That. Happen??? This year, Claire Bear decided to join Harlee and attend school at the alma mater of Mr. Farmhouse and I.
We knew this would happen eventually. We wanted them to become Adrian Blackhawks eventually. But here we are. Here I am. I drop them off at 6:30 a.m. to various family members and I drive out of town. I arrive at school by myself. I get ready for my day. I teach. After school, no children come into my room to tell me about their day. Nobody asks me for snacks. Nobody complains that I'm taking too long or that they're ready to go. I do what I need to do in the peace and quiet. Too peaceful and too quiet. I miss them. I'm so excited for what they are going to do this year. The ways they'll grow. The things they'll learn. The relationships they'll build. This is a year of many firsts. Things are changing at the farmhouse and I'm trying hard to embrace it. To enjoy the transitions and embrace the subtle differences that I'm seeing every day in the girls. The truth is though...sometimes I'd like to just have them back in kindergarten, sticking their little heads in my classroom door making the sign for "I love you". Have a great school year, my sweet girls. You're my most favorite 8 & 10 year olds in the whole wide world. Oh yeah, and Mattie, you're my favorite 3 year old in the whole wide world, too. P.S. My mom bought them matching friendship necklaces to help Claire make the transition. "Best" "Buds" "Forever" Be still my heart. ❤️🏡❤️ 10:01 p.m. and I am nowhere near climbing in bed. Tomorrow is the first day of school. I'm starting my 13th (and-a-half) year in the classroom and the excitement and nervousness that I feel the night before beginning a new school year never changes. I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve. Full of anticipation. Joy. Enthusiasm. And if we're being honest...some anxiety. You see...I know that I've had a few months "off". I know that seems like a long time. I should be rested and refreshed. I've even heard people say, "Must be nice to have a two-month vacation!" And it is.
All of our planning and preparation and worrying and fretting is getting ready to pay off in a big way.
Let's do this. Happy First Day of School! ❤️🏡❤️
Well, I haven't blogged for five days.
This is the longest I've gone without sharing my thoughts on the ol' blog and I can tell you exactly why. Over the last few days, I have become extremely overwhelmed as the school year begins. This is normal for (I would dare to guess) 99% of teachers. There is always one more thing to be done. Putting a classroom together. Preparing curriculum. Staff meetings. Making copies. Cutting out letters. Meeting with the teaching team. And in the whole scheme of life, all of these things are normal and wonderful and necessary. But this year, I'm having a hard time with it all. We're having some curriculum changes. I didn't get into school as early as I would have hoped. I focused on the farmhouse all summer. We've gone from letting the girls stay up later and sleep in, to school year bedtime and waking up early. I know that I have these feelings every year and that on Monday night when my darling little third graders walk through the door on "Back-to-School Night", that I will be fine. I will be ready. But for now, I will enjoy this last full weekend at home with my family before the school year takes off in full swing. Make it a good one, friends. Take some time to breathe and rest over the next few years. Happy (Almost) School Year. ❤️?❤️ |
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