I grew up in a single parent household. My mom died when I was 16 months old. I was with Kevin today and he said “I thought I’d live in The Clem all my life”. I seriously had no preconceived notions of what my life would be when I grew up. Sure, I thought I’d be married and have a family. I guess it seems as though some people have this “white picket fence” dream or this or that. Not me. I really had no idea what “normal” was so I guess I figured it would come as it did. Though I do remember thinking I’d love to have a boat when I grew up.
One thing I remember vividly, I wanted to be a teacher. I had a few teacher’s who made a huge impact in my life. When I was little, I guess everyone knew that I didn’t have a mom so it wasn’t a big deal, but once I got to school, that was an odd thing. It wasn’t very common for single parent families when I was young, but it was even less common for single parent families, led by fathers. I cried a lot (I guess somethings never change… lol), I had one teacher especially, Mrs. Carol Bacile. She was blonde and pretty, a son named Todd who was in my first grade class but not in my second (obviously because his mom was the teacher). I was friends with Todd and would go to his house, which was kind of seemed odd to everyone else but me, but I thought it was cool. They lived close to the school. I can’t remember one specific thing that she did that made me feel so at ease, but maybe it was just her way. I didn’t want to leave and go to the third grade because she was so great!
I don’t know what exactly happened on why I didn’t become a teacher because I decided early on that I wasn’t going to make it that way. I know that what I do now, I love. I love that in a different way I am a teacher, hopefully teaching young women and young men that the only way to live is for Jesus. That somehow I can be an encourager to those I love, as Mrs. Bacile was to me.
Proverbs 22:6 Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it
One thing I remember vividly, I wanted to be a teacher. I had a few teacher’s who made a huge impact in my life. When I was little, I guess everyone knew that I didn’t have a mom so it wasn’t a big deal, but once I got to school, that was an odd thing. It wasn’t very common for single parent families when I was young, but it was even less common for single parent families, led by fathers. I cried a lot (I guess somethings never change… lol), I had one teacher especially, Mrs. Carol Bacile. She was blonde and pretty, a son named Todd who was in my first grade class but not in my second (obviously because his mom was the teacher). I was friends with Todd and would go to his house, which was kind of seemed odd to everyone else but me, but I thought it was cool. They lived close to the school. I can’t remember one specific thing that she did that made me feel so at ease, but maybe it was just her way. I didn’t want to leave and go to the third grade because she was so great!
I don’t know what exactly happened on why I didn’t become a teacher because I decided early on that I wasn’t going to make it that way. I know that what I do now, I love. I love that in a different way I am a teacher, hopefully teaching young women and young men that the only way to live is for Jesus. That somehow I can be an encourager to those I love, as Mrs. Bacile was to me.
Proverbs 22:6 Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it
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