Many of you are regular blog readers and know the story of our son Karl. For those of you who don’t, I’ll do a quick little summery. Karl is our fourth child. He’s my more quiet and thoughtful kid. He’s super forgiving, super tall, very considerate of others…I guess I would call him a gentle giant. There really is no way not to like him as he stays out of every dramatic event all the time.
My dad was the fourth child in his sibling group and his name was Carl…the two of them are very much alike. Here’s a photo of the two of them at Karl’s confirmation. Sadly my dad pasted away a short time after this.
Karl took the round about way through college. He started out majoring in Spanish with the hope of teaching. Then someone told him he really needed Spanish teaching and a double major in teaching Spanish speaking students English. That added on a couple more years so he ditched that idea and decided to get a Spanish major only. He thought he was on tap to graduate and then was told credits didn’t transfer right and because of that he’s need to go two more semesters. With that in mind he decided to get a degree in Elementary Education instead. So…that left him in college even longer.
Last fall he was ready to student teach and had signed up to teach in Houston, Texas. I have no idea what prompted that. It certainly wasn’t my suggestion. He was in Texas about two weeks and the hurricane hit. It was a scramble. Karl ended up staying with Cheryl, my blog friend, in Dallas for a couple days and then came home for a week. Then back to Houston he went….and stayed until Christmas.
At Christmas he came home…his girlfriend who lived in NYC broke up with him and his plans all were in an upheaval. We told him to come back home and stay while he sorted it all out. Well Karl had bills to pay and substitute teacher pay is terrible so he got a factory job and watched as the teaching jobs opened up. He was very disappointed to find that most Iowa jobs required a reading endorsement for their incoming teachers. Karl didn’t have one. So many jobs he was unqualified for. He was SUPER disappointed.
He debated about more college classes but then decided that he would go back to Texas to Houston and see about getting a job there. It seemed there were jobs there that didn’t need it. Then as he teaches he hoped to pick up the remaining classes her needs so at some point he can come back to Iowa and hopefully get a job as an experienced teacher with a reading endorsement.
I’ll admit to being a little sad about it all. I’m going to miss him terribly…but I know I have to do what’s right for him even if it doesn’t feel right for me. That’s what being a mom is about after all anyway, isn’t it?
Next hurdle was to find a job. Houston makes it super easy to apply for jobs. He got his paperwork in to one central place and then simply clicked on jobs he wanted to considered for. He had a Thursday interview in the morning. It was the same day Kalissa was setting up for White Barns. It was to be a face time interview. He dressed up in his suit and tie. He came through the kitchen and asked, “how do I look?” I said great but then Emery one of my childcare kids asked, “Why are you wearing your pajama shoes?” He was wearing his slippers….bahahaha!
I scrambled the childcare kids outside to play and the interview happened. A short time later Karl came and told me about the interview. I snapped a picture of him…see his suit with his “pajama shoes”?
I knew it was time that he really needed the lift that finding the job would give him and he really needed to move on to something else, but I was sad at the prospect. Seeing him so happy after the interview was just what I needed to feel better about it all. Why does letting your kids go have to be so hard?? He was so happy and so sure he had nailed the interview. I needed to see him happy.
He said that the school had done interview the day before and had another this day. They told him they would get back to him later in the day. WOW! That never happens…but they did get back to him and ….HE GOT THE JOB!
The school is in Houston. It is a magnet school for the arts. He’ll be teaching fourth grade math only. The school has a population of 99% black students and 99% black staff. The principal had asked him how he felt about it and in typical Karl style he said “I guess we’ll all be learning.” He’s so right. I am guessing from the little Karl said it’s in a tough area…that worries me a bit but like he said, they will all be learning.
Right now more than even he needs a school. He needs some students. He needs to find out if teaching really is him niche. I am glad that the school is giving him a chance. Now my hope is that the teachers around him and the staff around can be helpful.
So now he’s switching from job hunt to apartment hunting….and me…I have to get myself ready to lose him again.