He comes home after working all day with adolescent kids only to be greeted by our own three kiddos and the wake of chaos that trails behind them. He escapes to his office to study and do homework and I’ll admit that there are some days that I get a little jealous that he can just ignore the noise and the mess and climb the stairs to solitude (okay fine, every single day I am jealous). But I try really, really, really hard to remember the day he came to me years ago, in his chef whites, to tell me that he needed a change. I was probably 7 months pregnant with Lila, and I remember his exact words: “I just don’t feel like I’m contributing to the greater good. I think I want to be a teacher.”
It’s those words, coming from that guy that make me keep my mouth shut when I really just want to be the one to escape upstairs to do my own work in peace and quiet. Because you know what? The greater good needs guys like him.
His Godmother is very proud of him.
Also priceless and completely understandable. Almost over too. Both of you deserve great congratulations.