Instead, I'm going to attempt to post the rewarding moments that remind me why I do what I do.
Yep. I wrote a song for Trek. And by all musical merits, it's just a dumb little song. But the beginnings of a trek choir I have going enjoy singing it. A lot. Validation that the time I spent was worth it? Check. Meager hope that the youth might think I'm at least a little cool? Check.
I wasn't there for Adam's first baseball game this season, due to a Trek conflict. But thanks to a kind neighbor who was at the game, I didn't have to totally miss out.
My new primary buddy made it through 20 minutes of primary yesterday both calm and awake. (Thus far I've only been able to achieve meltdown or sleeping.) And he expanded the list of words he usually says repetitively to himself/me to include positive phrases like "You're a good boy," and "Wow-ee!," instead of the typical, "Are you alright?" and "Oh, no!"
So later this week when I miss Adam's school performance debut as Paul Revere because I'll be busy teaching in the adjacent classroom, when I miss his second baseball game because I'm busy transporting Alex to gymnastics, or when I eat-and-run to make it to class on time, I'll be able to remember that the choices I make are worth it to me, and I can just keep swimming.