SOL #2 Marvelous Monotonous March

As a teacher, March is the month with no holiday breaks.  It is the long stretch of not winter, not spring. Weathered in my twentieth year, March has new appeal.  

I realize that this is the time of year that my students and I really get our groove on.  Expectations are habit, foundations are laid and we just dive into the work, bettering ourselves everyday in small easy increments.  The long month is a quiet time of slow and steady but happy, cozy and familiar.  Yesterday, the first of March, I should have started the day harried from a slightly, snowy commute. March miracles! Every single child was working on writing, or spelling or finishing up a math project.  The classroom volume was at the perfect decibel. I breathed.  I smiled.
After lunch, we snuggled down to conclude our read aloud, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, an annual favorite that has shaped me as a person and teacher and crowns each of my students. "Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia."
The day culminated with one of my struggling students receiving a classroom certificate to his total surprise and another struggler's work honored at a school wide assembly. Can I say it?  It was the perfect day in the classroom.
Today, I slept in, as much as a mother of a 6 and 7 year old boys can.  My husband wants to know what we want to do today.  This. Just this.  The boys made a fort of those jumbo, cardboard, building brick, blocks and inhabited it with army men.  I'm writing this and I'm still in my pajamas, coffee in a think cozy mug, enabling me to savor thick warm gulps that my weekday travel mug just can't deliver.
March is nothing special but everything just being.