Monday, Monday

 

Everyone knows that Monday can be an awful day.  It can be drudgery coming off of an amazing weekend.  It can be the day we dread for any number of reasons.

However, my Monday was really good.  My students came to school tired but excited to be there.  This made it so much easier to work with students I already care a lot about.  It made is easier because my Sunday didn’t end the same way it began.

Sunday was a hard day to get through.  I made it through because of my wonderful children that rode the horrible ride with me.  I made it through because of a whole lot of faith that I could.  I made it through because some wonderful people stopped by just when I needed them to.  They brought laughter and joy and celebration.  I couldn’t return to my previous thoughts and stresses with that kind of reception. I made it through because I couldn’t worry any more.

This made it easier for me to show up to school with the hope that my students and I would make beautiful music together…And WE DID!  They are making so much progress each day that I just can’t believe it.  They are literally taking everything I can give them and making it even better.  A teacher can’t ask for more than that.

Well…I could only hope for one other thing.  A possibility that started last Tuesday, manifested itself in all of its glory on Friday and came closer to reality today. It is a dream I have never shared with anyone.  It is not reality yet but I am hopeful that it can be.

Monday ended up being unlike most.  It didn’t contain any drudgery.  It left a lot of questions that can’t be answered right now, but it definitely left me feeling as though “it was all I hoped it could be”.