For three years I have been driving down to St. George every Saturday morning to teach voice lessons. While it has definitely been a blessing, I have always had a love/hate relationship with this arrangement.
I love that it pays the student loan/car payment. Definitely a good thing. We knew moving up here three years ago that I would have to have enough students to pay for those two things. I have been very blessed to get SUU and Tuacahn and I am grateful. Very grateful.
I hate that it completely ruins my Saturday. Saturdays are for getting the house in shape and family togetherness. By the time I get home, one of the two has to go. Sometimes I choose to stay home and clean my heart out and slave drive the kids, and other times we all go out to see a movie and get pizza. Either way, I'm unhappy because the house is a mess or I didn't get to spend enough quality time with the fam.
I love that I have really awesome students down there. I mean, they attend a high school for the performing arts, it goes without saying that they are insanely talented. And if they aren't, they want to be and they work really hard. It's a vocal teacher's dream. All of my seniors this year received full ride music/theatre scholarships to their first choice schools. It's cool to know that I have been a part of that.
I really hate the travel time. This year I finally arranged things so that I don't actually have to leave my house until about 9:00 am. The first year, I was leaving before 7:00 am in an effort to get back in time to get anything done at home. It didn't really happen anyway, so I figured I might as well get a bit more sleep. But yeah, driving alone is not my favorite thing to do.
So, this last week I made a very difficult decision.
SUU finals were underway, and with the upcoming move, I knew it was for the best. We might be a little bit tight on the fundage for the next month, but Joel actually has a summer job (at Tuacahn of all places) music directing, so we'll be okay. I told my kids if they were dying for a lesson in the summer that they could call me and I could come down with Joel every once in a while.
This last Saturday in April was my final time teaching. It was really hard for me. I really love what I do, and I really love these girls. They all cried, and I cried. My one student that has been with me all three years brought me flowers and her mom even cried saying good-bye. However, I know I made the right decision. My family needs me to be more present. Heck, I need me to be more present right now. The whole working mom thing has been a huge trial for me, and I have had an especially difficult time keeping it all together this last four months.
So, really, it's a giant relief.