This past Thursday was a hard day.
It was one of those days that I will always remember.
It was one of those days that I didn’t really want to have to face.
It was my last time teaching my twice-a-week class. For the past five and half years this has been my routine, commitment, and priority. Two times a week I have motivated and encouraged an amazing group of people to work out and exercise through strength training. They are not just members to me, but people I also consider to be my friends.
Here are some highlights from my last class.
Balloons from a fellow Instructor and friend…
Flowers from my hubby – he showed up and surprised me right before I started class. So sweet!!!
I also received gifts, cards, many hugs, kind words, a lunch treat, and even a few tears.
However, the best memory of all was when I came home and my kiddos ran out to the car.
Berkley started with, “Why did you get gifts if you are getting fired?” (Hilarious….)
Then, when I walked in the house, Connor showed me that he had made me a nest on the couch to relax. He had all my favorite things laid out, my I pad, my neck pillow warmed up, and a blanket.
And this precious note…which totally made me burst out crying…
My job is a job and just that, someone will replace me and the class will move on. What made my day that much better was that my precious son was so thoughtful and kind. I am beyond grateful. My “real” job of mom once again proves to be most satisfying. Thank you Connor! You are the best son ever.
