An Update

I haven't posted anything since Mom was here, because here is how August went:

August 5, new teacher orientation began

August 9, shipment arrived

August 12, inservice week began

August 13, Mom left

August 15, New student orientation

August 19, start school

September 2, week-long field trip to the mountains for Katherine, Jason's soccer coaching started, we had to farm Luke out to other (newly-met) families here both before and after school all week.

Needless to say, it's been a LOT at once.

Our house is looking good.  We love our apartment.  Most things are unpacked.  My books are unpacked, categorized, and alphabetized.  (Read:  I am starting to feel like this can be home.)  We have wonderful neighbors both in our building and nearby.  Luke has made good friends with the neighborhood boys, all of whom are older than he is.  He rides his bike and scooter nearly every day, walks to and from school on his own sometimes, and is growing right up before my eyes.  

Luke is not quite loving school yet, but I keep reminding myself that this is his first big move that he truly remembers and is old enough to have an opinion about.  He talks daily about his best friend, Fisher, and how much he misses him.  No one will ever be as good a friend as Fisher, according to Luke, and I am sure he is right.  At school, his class only has 13 students and is the only third grade class.  It's slim pickin's at school for friends, but he is part of the crowd and not left out at all, so even though he may not feel like he's got a good friend, he has playmates, and I'm thankful for that.

Jason and I are both busier than we should be.  Jason is coaching soccer, with practice 3 nights a week and tournaments just about every other weekend through November.  Luke started both piano and fencing lessons this week.  I am working, cooking, doing laundry, and going on walks when I make myself get out of the house once I'm home from work.  

The weather is getting cooler.  I might be in for it when winter arrives.  I am already wearing a jacket or leather coat while other people are still in their shirtsleeves...  uh oh.

Switzerland is BEAUTIFUL.  We love the outdoor opportunities here.  I took my students to the Alps last week for outdoor education, and it was peaceful, beautiful, with perfect weather.  I would love to do outdoor ed for my real job.  I can't wait for Luke to get to go on that trip next year.  

We have found a church, and it has a good sized children's choir for Luke.  He will go on Sunday morning for the first time.  

Things are good in general.  I have forgotten, though, how hard it is to be new, to have everything change all at one time.  I hope we are here for a very long time, happy and settled.  I think this will be a really good place for us.  

Our first trip will be in October, to Rome, for a week.  I can't wait.  I love Italy (who doesn't?), and I can't wait for Luke to see it.  

That's enough for tonight.  Two updates in one night has exhausted my word supply.  

The "No Problem" Problem

I am the kind of person who wants to do my best at most everything I do.  And if I can’t do a good job at it, I usually don’t do it.  (See: sports of any kind)  I also like to be helpful, knowledgeable, and friendly.  I want to be perceived not just as competent, but as excellent. This means when people ask me to do something at work, to be on a committee, to share some resource, to sit down and collaborate on something, to have a parent meeting, etc., my usual response is, “No problem!”

Which I have realized today, is a problem.

I do enjoy helping others.  I love sharing things that are working for me and hearing about things that work for other people.  I am very fortunate that I work in a place jam-packed with “powerhouse” teachers.  And I am right in there trying to show that I am one, too. 

When I left my last school, I thought it would be kind of refreshing to be the newbie.  To be the one asking the questions, not answering them.  The one receiving training, not facilitating it.  Now that I am the newbie, I wonder what I was thinking!  Not only have I realized that I feel like a first-year teacher again, I feel like I have something to prove.  And I don’t like that much.  I miss feeling secure in my identity and reputation as a professional.

Prior to ECA, I had never taught anywhere more than 3 years.  And in fact, in the 8 years of teaching experience I had at ECA, I taught in 6 schools, not counting the one I taught in for two weeks before they moved me across the district.  I also had never taught the same grade two years in a row.  My point being, I never had a chance to become an expert at anything except changing jobs and managing kids.  I never had a chance to develop any kind of a solid reputation as a professional.  At ECA, I had a chance to do that, with four years in the same grade level, and I am proud of what we accomplished there.  Now I find myself here, on unsteady ground, uncertain of what people think of the job I am doing. 

I find myself saying, “No problem!” a lot, and I wonder why that is.  Am I seeking approval, trying to prove myself?  Am I afraid to say no or admit being overwhelmed for fear that people will look poorly on that?  Or am I just trying to be helpful, knowledgeable, and friendly?  No matter what my motives are, “No problem!” has become a problem for me.

I used to make a habit of tidying my desk and leaving it fairly spotless at the end of the day.  It’s not possible right now.  I look kind of like this at work:

Except worse. 

I have a to-do list that has three columns, high-, medium-, and low-priority.  The high column has about 15 things in it, the medium about 10, and the low, 1.  It’s not looking good, folks.

I know all the things I used to tell newbies.  “The first year is about survival.”  “Everybody has been there…try to relax and give yourself a break.”  “Nobody expects you to be a superstar your first year.”  Except I expect myself to be a superstar, always.  How do I get around that?

This has been such a difficult, negative week for me at school, mostly because I just can’t find the time to feel like I can catch up.  I don’t have enough time with my kids, I’m meeting with 2 sets of parents every morning before school for “snapshot” conferences, I’m meeting with colleagues throughout the day to get collaboration/integration stuff done, and I just can’t dog paddle my way through it all.  Finally, today I felt like I broke through it and scratched some things off that list of mine, and then came the complaint email from a parent about me not doing enough to differentiate for a child…

I always come back to my mom’s advice:  “Sometimes good enough is good enough.”  Reading that brings tears to my eyes because it runs contrary to this selfish, overachiever spirit of mine and I have a hard time agreeing with it.  It is hard for me to call “good enough” good enough when it comes to my job, my family, my home.  But, maybe it’s time to shift from a “No problem” mentality to a “Good enough!” mentality. 

I’ve been out of balance with myself all week, culminating in a lovely moment, right as Jason walked in the door last night.  I had been cooking in the kitchen and had left a cabinet door open right at head height.  I was leaning down to reach something in the freezer, stood up, and banged my forehead on the door.  It was a brain-rattler.  I saw stars and thought I was going to black out.  When Jason walked in, I was holding a towel with ice on my head with one hand, the other hand stirring something, my face contorted with dry sobs.  I just lost it.

Thank you, God, for a husband who can put up with messy me and just hug me and tell me it will be ok.

Recognizing I’m out of balance, I’m trying to do things to restore my self.  Baths with candles and a Madeleine L’Engle book are helping.  (Thankful for a hot water heater that lasts long enough to fill a deep tub with hot water.  Thankful that we were able to ship our household stuff, meaning my Madeleine L’Engle collection and I are reunited after 6 years.  Thank you, Mom, for the candles from Ikea.)  Today I came home determined to bake and cook and do something constructive with my evening, so I’ve made oven fries, two quiches, and a batch of homemade cinnamon rolls for friends and neighbors here.   Seeing the fruits of my labor helps.  Eating them will help more.   I’m planning walks in the woods this weekend and time to rest, even though my classroom is a disaster and I want to move my desk, organize and level my classroom library, and on and on and on…

I’m feeling back to myself, and where I can say, right now, maybe good enough is good enough.  That is, until I get back to school tomorrow and start again. Perspective gained in the evening is often gone in the morning.