When I went to bed last night, I saw a card on my pillow created by my oldest savvy. A yellow sad face with the words “I’m So Sorry” written on it. You see, this has been the longest week. In addition to closing up the classroom and boxing up to move rooms, I also had many sleepless nights preparing for three days in a row of interviews that did not end up in my favor.
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My girls knew what was going on and were cheering me on. My husband had faith in me and was supporting me with getting them ready for bed as I prepped myself and prepared a lesson. Each day was filled with lots to do and the excitement and anticipation of wondering what was to come.
After feeling like I had tried my best, it all came to an end. I didn’t get the job. Word spread at work like wildfire. My daughter was there and saw that I was upset. Was I glad she was there? Yes. Although
I was sad, all my colleagues came in an offered me words of encouragement. You see, throughout the week, they were rooting for me. People that I don’t even talk to on a daily basis stopped in and said something like “You deserve this.” “I hope I get to work with you.” “You really know how to work with all kinds of kids.” It makes me feel pretty special that they think so highly of me and that they know they can come to me for support.
I think that all my friends really made me feel pretty special this week. And my oldest got to see it all. I’m glad she got to see that sometimes, you don’t always win. You can try your best and it just doesn’t work out like you wanted. These are life lessons. I’m glad that she was there to see me try my best and that is what counts.