Almost a year ago to this day, life changed in every way.
Friday the 13th was my last teaching day (in-person) in the 19-20 school year, the last time my students and I would be in the same space together. Of course we didn't know it. I remember feeling grouchy that day and stressed out about all that I had to do.
A few days later, there seemed to be nothing to do. Stay at home and flatten the curve for two weeks, then go back to normal.
Except, of course, that was ridiculous to think would be the case.
It's a year later and I have a new sense of gratitude for so many things:
-Being at work and greeting people each morning
-Getting dressed and getting out
-Being in my classroom with all my books and teaching materials
-Being with children every day, in person and not through a screen
-being able to shop at the grocery store without fear
-seeing extended family (cautiously)
-going to doctor's appointments
-getting my hair done
-my children having a routine and schedule again with friends and teachers
Last year, I never imagined life could stop like it did. I am quite fortunate to have stayed healthy and that my loved ones also did not get COVID-19. I'me one vaccine in and I'm hopeful that, in time, things will brighten. But today I remember what was taken and celebrate all that has returned, even if it returned in a new form than before.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski