A Small Reprieve

Though this blog is far from what I would like it to be, it is what it is.  I have been away from the creative writing for very good reasons.  But I have not stopped writing altogether.  I write in my mind in those precious moments – and I mean moments . . . sometimes mere seconds.  When I think, I write.  Just not on paper.

I have graduated with my BA in English and now am working on my Masters in Library Science.  I am also, home schooling 3 children due to issues that have made my children cry many a night and therefore made me cry.  I am also in my dream job part time—working in a library with the patrons who have become part of my world. 

I have a very, very full and fulfilling life.  I still ache to sit down and write.  But, there must be sacrifices at every point in life.  When I am not at work, I am teaching.  When I am not at work or teaching, I am at school.  Then there are the normal routine things like trying to have a somewhat organized home with somewhat disciplined children.

I am on Christmas Break right now and so are my children.  This has opened up time slot after time slot of deeper reflection and contemplation.  I miss sitting still and quieting my spirit and just listening to the silence.  I have become sane again.  My life has slowed down . . . briefly.  But, it is enough to give me a reprieve and reach within.

This is my Christmas present to myself.  It is the best present I have ever given to myself.  Time.

Just Time

Thanks to my 7 year old daughter, I have had an awakening.  She loves me. 

Many days I wake up fight to get her and her siblings awake, fed, then to school.  Then I fight to get them home, homework done, fed, bathed, ready for bed and then we rush through our nightly prayers so I can go do my homework and get myself to bed at a decent hour--10 o’clock usually.

I have had to literally peel this child off of me and out of the car.  I have had to get in the car with teachers to head her off at the pass so she will not run out into the road.  --THE HARDEST thing I have ever had to do.

When trying to stave off a temper tantrum I finally asked Emily what she wanted from me.  She simply wanted to spend time with me--like other moms do with her friends at school.

We made a deal--it worked.  I promised to eat lunch with her Friday if she would go to school without a problem Monday thru Friday.  She did.  When I went in on Friday the secretaries at the front of the school said that she was practically floating because she was so happy.

Ch-ching! She just wants time with me-her mom. The whole lunch time she was quiet with a grin from ear to ear. She was giggling . . .  yet quiet.  She was at peace--something I have not seen in a long time. I could sense the joy because it radiated from her very being.  We shall have another date like this.  Why?  Because she loves me, and I love her.