Don't panic until it's time to panic

Last week, Grace has some sort of emotionally fueled puking episode (she called them "baby pukes") and it became apparent that she needed to go home. I had her stay with me in my classroom until my early kids left and then asked the teacher next to me (we'll call her Mary) if she would keep an eye on my later kids while I ran Grace home. As I was driving back from our house, which is only 4 minutes away, I started to cry. I was so grateful for my school, my coworkers and that I had a job that would allow me to run my own sick child home. I guess, at that moment, driving back to school, I fully realized how much I love working at my school, with my class and how much I'm growing to love the people I work with. Things couldn't have worked out more perfectly and while this year has been very hard in many ways, I've also learned a lot about what I'm capable of doing. Sounds cheesy, but I've grown as a person. So it was very upsetting yesterday to find out that the legislature might be increasing class sizes which would mean less teachers would be needed. I'm not even going to get into how crazy I think it is that they would expect us to teach more than 30 six year olds, because it is so, so crazy. I'm just thinking about my job and since I was the only new hire last year, I'm on the bottom of the totem pole. I'm trying Karen's mantra of "don't panic until it's time to panic" but it's very hard to do when you are facing the possibility of losing a job at a school you love. I'd like to think that the stars will align again for me and I will be here next year. Do you think it's possible to be so lucky to have that happen twice? We'll see. If you can, please send good thoughts, or prayers or whatever my way.