Here I go again. I am sharing an actual experience that has morphed into a metaphorical understanding. During a recent home visit, a sweet Pit Bull named Baby climbed right up into my lap, uninvited, and looked at me nose to nose. I am not going to lie. I was uncomfortable, as this was the first Pit Bull that I had ever experienced up close and personal. It wasn’t that I had anything against Baby, it was just the thought of the infamous breed in my lap. These were unfounded fears, of course, because Baby turned out to be a very kind girl.
Baby and I bonded.
She moved on to other areas of the house.
I left and moved on to other duties in my job.
Tonight, insomnia strikes.
It’s 12:30 a.m..
We have 4 days until spring break and thoughts of standardized tests, evaluations, RtI, IEP meetings, goal setting, upcoming programs interviewing, concerned parents and concerning students have worked together to construct a jumbled mess in my mind.
I am officially 7 months into the job, and I feel as though I have so much to learn, so many ways to grow. I continue to be amazed at the sheer volume of information that I take in and synthesize on a daily basis. It is no wonder that I have this web of concern interfering with my sleep now and again.
For now, I am inviting these thoughts to crawl into other places of my house. They will, after all, still be there in the morning.