It's a bird, it's a plane, it's overcommitted Febe!

For as long as I've known me, I've had my hand in too many plates or too many plates in hand? Expressions elude me. Then last year, about five months after my son was born, I took a job at my daughter's school as the Bilingual Parent Liaison, and suddenly, the stars aligned and everything I had ever experienced became meaningful and useful in my work with elementary age students, teachers and parents. I realized I had found my calling. 

I chose elementary education because I believe we can make a real difference when our students are young and their families are still deeply involved in their care. I wanted to make a difference in the lives of children, particularly immigrants or those living in poverty. I'd been teaching college for the past 10 years--teaching is a family trade--but I realized that the most impact could be made in early childhood. 

So, I got my "Developmental Milestones Chart" out, decided the best time to start working full time for our family was when my youngest was two, and here I am.