Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Reflections for a Retiring Friend






Where will the road lead?

One of my close friends is not returning to school this September. After years of teaching young children, she is beginning her retirement. My friend raised three children mostly on her own, attended university, earned her degree and maintained very high standards of caring and of instruction in her classroom. My friend ran, swam, gardened and quilted as well. For the last year, she has been providing almost daily care and companionship to her father.




reading visit to school library in Mexico (reading journals)
This September, it is 6 years since I retired as a teacher-librarian. I enjoyed my job with its opportunities to share books with young people and to participate in a learning environment.
Since retirement, I have discovered which aspects of my profession were an important part of me.
I am a learner even more than a teacher. I love to read about and discuss new ideas. Study at home and in France and Mexico has given me chances to learn in different cultural environments.


Coupeville with Mum


Both of my parents were able to attend my retirement in June 2011. My father's heart condition worsened and by November of that year, my dad was in our local hospital. My mum and I took turns
most days helping to feed dad. My sibling were able to visit but they were still employed. Dad went into Extended Care in December of that year. My mother had never lived alone and was now facing a half hour drive to the hospital most days. I accompanied her often and we began the custom of lunching in restaurants. My mother and I have never eaten so many lunches together. Now that my father is gone, my mother and I visit at least once a week. We go to church together and then to a local golf course for lunch. I treasure our time (mostly) since all things and all people pass.



A new aspect to my life is church attendance. I'm not certain what I believe but I am interested in theology and I enjoy the reflections (used to be sermons), music and fellowship. As I grow older


and think more about impermanence, I start to question attachments (to possessions, people, experiences or ideas).  Aspiration and striving are less important. Monsieur Là-Bas has been practising the Turn, Turn, Turn song and I have been considering the message. There is a time for everything and then that time is over.

I do enjoy literary activities.

Today my friend spoke to young grandchildren returning to school, discussed a New York Times editorial with me, will register to attend the Writers' Festival in October and will walk with another retired friend. Other years, she would be meeting new children and their parents, preparing a classroom and attending a staff meeting. I welcome her to the next chapter!