It all went swimmingly until I got pregnant after my fourth year teaching. I didn't see that one coming, although two bottles of red wine on my first anniversary says that I probably should have.
In a whirlwind of pregnancy complications, bed rest, and the sudden, intense maternal drive to be a stay-at-home mom to this unborn baby, I left that teaching job. Left it and moved two hundred miles away - to a land of soaring mountains, pine trees, and snowy winters that had the added bonus of having this place willing to hire my husband and give us the paycheck needed to allow me to be a stay-at-home mom.
I never looked back, although there was a certain nostalgic pang every fall when the stores were festooned with "Back to School!" signs. I was a mommy, and this new life left no room for late-night rehearsals or Saturdays spent with power saws and paint brushes. Especially after our second baby girl was born three years later.
A year after that we moved two thousand more miles away, to a land of moose, brilliantly-colored autumns, and frigid winters that lasted till April. I cooked healthy meals, hosted playdates, baked cookies, volunteered at schools, and chauffered my kids around in a minivan. Immersed in the day-to-day (and occasionally minute-to-minute) tasks of mommyhood, I assumed that I would be doing this forever. It certainly felt that way when I was up at 2:30 a.m. with a vomiting toddler, anyway. I couldn't imagine my life any different and really didn't want to.
And then ... this is the weird part. Then fourteen years went by.
And one night, I found myself sitting at a Fine Arts Boosters' meeting at my elder daughter's school. I offered a fund-raising suggestion involving the program for the school play, and by way of explanation told the group that I used to teach drama.
There was a silence.
One woman spoke up, "You know, there's a coaching position open at the high school for the one-act play competition. They can't find anyone to do it. The kids are so disappointed." She fixed me with a hopeful gaze.
I hemmed and hawed. Stay-at-home mom. Busy, busy, busy. Starting to sub! Full plate, etc.
I went home and thought about it. Truth is, I'm not THAT busy. My kids are fifth grade and eighth grade. And then, what really niggled at me, was the thought of these drama kids at the high school wanting to do a play and not being able to find a coach. Drama kids are my people.
Long story short, the principal called me and asked if I'd come in to hear about the position. (And probably also wanted to clap eyeballs on me to make sure I wasn't a total freakshow).
And now I'm a drama coach again, y'all.
What just happened??
16 comments:
YES! YES! That is awesome! I was one of those drama kids and thank goodness they found themselve a coach who is ONE OF THEM! Brilliant!
Good luck. I'm sure there's going to be some juggling and some stress and maybe some swearing but I know you will ROCK this!
Woo hoo! Congrats! That's awesome! I just wished I lived closer so that I could see the production when it goes live.
I call it serendipity.
Good for you and those kids. Unbelievable how fast our kiddos are growing right up!
Awesome is exactly the word I was thinking of before I read the comments! Good for you and your girls will learn good things from this too.
Grandpa and I have seen you in aciton and you are a DANG good drama teacher! Lucky kids who will come under your tutelage as their coach:-)
perfect. those four years of yours were a great four years for me--i can't imagine my high school experience without apollo theater or you. they're some lucky kids! (remember the diary of anne frank sleep over?--after teaching high school myself, now, i can't imagine how you guys pulled that off!)
Very cool. I hope it is loads of fun!
How wonderful for you! Skater is one of your people, too. The only teacher he talks about with any kind of respect is his drama teacher. And by the way, he would have been your set designer/stage manager. He's pretty good with a paintbrush. Aww, you're making me miss the days of waiting for him to get home from rehearsal to tell me all about it.
I'm glad you did it. You're right, the kids needed someone and that someone is YOU!
HOW COOL! Drama people are the hardest working folks I know--how wonderful for you to have the opportunity to enjoy that part ofyour life again!
Sounds exciting!! Good luck!
Serendipity! I just love it when these opportunities come along without us actually looking for them. Like it was meant to be...
Wow--how great for you and the kids both!
Well, you've gone and set a record. One month without a post. [shaking head in disgust]
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Well, I hadn't checked your blog in quite a while with all that's been going on. As I said this evening, you're in your element with the drama and the results showed at the competition. I enjoyed the play better than a lot of "professional" plays I've seen, and most television. I was amazed what you drew out of the kids, given that they have no actual drama classes, nor even a drama club. But again here, we've got to make sure you can find some outlet for your writing, because its simultaneously funny, sincere, touching and sharp.
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