Wednesday I got to go last minute to Chesapeake Bay Foundation with son's 5th grade class on a field trip today, as they didn't have enough chaperones.When your Head asks you to go, you go. And when you get there...you are so grateful that you did!!
It hit me when the bus pulled in and I saw Tiffany, our always "First Mate" of the boat--it hit me then that I almost missed this trip because I was über in back-to-school teacher mode here at the beginning of the year, and I nearly missed the bigger picture: my "mom" and "historic side."I was not truly thinking that this was THAT trip. The big ah-ha moment: This was essentially my Eagle Cove 3rd grade oyster boat field trip, where the boat came right up to our pier. The one that was always was:
"Best. Field Trip. Ever."
As my son and I were talking to his buddies on this trip, we came to the conclusion that this was year 9 of the past 10 years I have gotten to go on this trip!!! Last year, in particular, I was teaching 5th grade at my current school when we made this trip. Such good memories of the past, and so many smiles from this week.
But this week, I did! I had always said it previously--9 times these last 10 years, but it was true:
Best.
Field Trip.
Ever.
This Wednesday, I had a goofy grin on my face all day.
The kismit in the day was immense the more I thought of it--especially when I realized how easily I could have missed it. The boating. The "green" building. The canoeing. The shore-side picnic. The more I thought about it after the fact, the more it hit me that I was blessed, encountering a rare and magical moment that was meant to be. Something I thought would never happen. Something in my daze of "back to school" I almost missed.
There's nothing more rewarding than a day outdoors, a day chock-filled with memories, and a day with your kids.
As my son and I were talking to his buddies on this trip, we came to the conclusion that this was year 9 of the past 10 years I have gotten to go on this trip!!! Last year, in particular, I was teaching 5th grade at my current school when we made this trip. Such good memories of the past, and so many smiles from this week.
When my old school, Eagle Cove, closed, my son was in 2nd grade. I was the 3rd grade teacher. The following year he was destined to be in my class, and take part of "all things 3rd grade." On that day that it was announced that our school was to close in June (and all the subsequent months to June), I mourned. I mourned many things, but one element that was particularly heartbreaking was that I would never get to go on the CBF trip with my son.
But this week, I did! I had always said it previously--9 times these last 10 years, but it was true: Best.
Field Trip.
Ever.
This Wednesday, I had a goofy grin on my face all day.
The kismit in the day was immense the more I thought of it--especially when I realized how easily I could have missed it. The boating. The "green" building. The canoeing. The shore-side picnic. The more I thought about it after the fact, the more it hit me that I was blessed, encountering a rare and magical moment that was meant to be. Something I thought would never happen. Something in my daze of "back to school" I almost missed.
There's nothing more rewarding than a day outdoors, a day chock-filled with memories, and a day with your kids.
Best.
Field Trip.
Ever.
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