I remember having a conversation with a college friend about what our future plans after graduation were. I wanted a big city job, with a big city paycheck, and big list of accomplishments. I wanted to dress in my tailored suits, carry a briefcase, commute to New York, and have the corner office. Married life was not a priority, and the thought of being a mother was not even on the radar.
My post-graduation job search proved to be difficult, and I found myself working as a teacher’s aide in a local elementary school. Working with children was quite a departure from the corporate ladder I thought I would quickly ascend, but nonetheless, it was providential. Those little kiddos began to soften my heart. I mean, how could they not, especially when they call you mom by mistake! Despite the school’s request for me to work into the next school year, I pursued a full-time job elsewhere, securing an entry level job in Human Resources with a prominent investment banking company. This certainly seemed more my speed.
I remember my last day at school. My little kindergarten children , their parents, and my cooperating teacher threw me a party. There were little notes from my little people, tiny handmade gifts, and lots and lots of hugs. As I walked out the classroom door for the last time, my cooperating teacher, whom had now become my friend, left me with one thought, “Get your teaching certification and come back here to student teach. I’ll be your mentor. You should be a teacher.”
I hugged her, and tucked her challenge away.
My new job provided me with exactly what I wanted. I rubbed elbows with some pretty important executives, had the opportunity to work on Park Avenue in New York City. I wore my suits, sipped my expensive coffee, and took the elevator up to the top floor. I also got a taste of the not-so-savory aspects of work: power hungry colleagues, down right nasty bosses, and a cutthroat environment that pointed fingers, shifted blame, and beat people down. I was offered a significant promotion and turned it down. I feared that if I accepted the position, in time, I would grow callous and cruel like the people around me. I remembered those little people and their little notes and their little hugs. It was at that time, I opted to leave my current company and move to a smaller business outside of the city.
By this time I was married. My husband and I began to talk about our future plans. Lord permitting, we agreed that we would love to start a family. Then, the big question came. “What do you think about staying home with the kids?” After much discussion and prayer, we decided, and felt led, that I would stay home and raise a family. However, I was not pregnant at the time, so I tucked that commitment aside and continued on as normal.
I was enjoying my new job. I had my own office. Liked the work. Had a great rapport with my colleagues, yet I couldn’t help acknowledge the growing realization that I was feeling very unfulfilled working in corporate America. Those little kindergarten kids kept coming to mind. “Get your teaching certificate and come back here to student teach. I’ll be your mentor. You should be a teacher.” I could not get it out of my mind. My husband and I began to pray for direction.
Again, I came to another crossroad. The director of my department offered to promote me to the position of Assistant Director at a neighboring facility. This was kind of a big deal. I was pretty young, and I imagined that with time, I would have quite a bright future here. I also saw that with a bigger paycheck and more prestigious title came longer hours, more responsibility, working from home after hours, and being on call to handle problems. Again, my husband and I prayed. Our answer was clear. I not only turned down the promotion, but I put through an application to attend a local college to begin Master’s work and the process of obtaining my teaching certification.
I approached my boss and told him my plans. He was surprised, but encouraged me to go for it. I was still able to work until the point where student teaching came around. And when it did, I knew exactly who to call.
It was all arranged; I would be student teaching in my old school, with my old friend. After the first week of school, I was given full reign and responsibility over the class. I kind of questioned that, but my friend and mentor assured me that I would get a student teaching experience like no other. She knew me, had watched me work, and had no reservations about putting me in the driver’s seat. I became the teacher in every way, every day, every hour of the school day. I had a new crew of little people, and my heart was full.
Again, providentially, the Lord had placed me in that classroom at just the right time. My mentor’s mother grew ill and eventually passed away. Her time away from the classroom was significant. I was literally handed the reins of the classroom and was flying solo. I approached my principal and questioned if I should be on my own. He looked at me and reminded me that if he was comfortable having me in charge, then I should be comfortable being in charge. That’s all I needed to hear.
Like I said, I had a student teaching experience like no other. When my college advisor came to evaluate me in class and talk with my cooperating teacher, she confirmed this. I remember her telling me that most student teachers are never given free reign, that they rarely have the support network I had from my cooperating teacher, the principal, the secretaries, and fellow teachers. I was truly blessed.
I could clearly see the hand of Lord in all of this. He had put those little people, with those little notes, and their little hugs into my life years ago for a reason. They chipped away the stone around my heart and made it more receptive to what the Lord’s will was for my life.
As my student teaching time came to an end, my cooperating teacher had set up several evaluations for me. She was determined to get me a job within the district. I had a string of township principals in the classroom to watch me teach. I did secure a long term substitute position in the district, and continued there until the end of the school year.
I would then turn my attention to finding a full time teaching position somewhere for the next school year. I sent out a slew of resumes and received one rejection letter after another. Then I received a phone call from my mentor. The second grade teacher in her school, whom I knew, had a daughter who was the librarian in a neighboring school. There was a first grade teaching position open at her school. I was instructed to promptly get my paperwork together and get it over to her right away. From there she would pass it along to the second grade teacher, who would then send it to her daughter, who would then give it to the principal. I did as she instructed. I wasn’t expecting much.
But in short time, an interview was arranged, and then a demonstration lesson with the class. My mentor would stand by my side, look over my lesson plans, make me practice my lesson on her. She’d encourage me, help me put together a portfolio, and would be my biggest cheerleader. In the end I was offered the position. I truly could not believe it. This was an incredible school in a distinguished district and they took me, a newbie with little to no experience. Only through the Lord did this happen. Looking back on it, I could see His hand connecting the dots, lining things up, making His plan for my life reality.
So as the school year closed out, and I completed by substitute roll, I turned my attention to getting ready to have my own classroom. I had an appointment with my superintendent and my principal in two weeks to go over my salary and benefits, and then to sign my contract. The pieces were all coming together. I was beyond excited. My husband was thrilled.
The Lord had truly done a huge work on my heart over the course of six years. He had taken me to the place I thought I wanted to be, the corporate world, allowed me to get a glimpse of what He really wanted me to do, work with kids, and now, provided me with a wonderful job. What would He do next?
Well, the Lord was ready to shock my husband and I with something quite unexpected. Something that would really test us and the commitment we had made.