For the past couple of months, I've been on a quest to figure out what it is exactly that I want to do with my life. In a perfect world, it would be to sit here in my cocoon, write about my kiddos, and scribble our crafty misadventures; but, this being real life with real bills, that is not a possibility. It has been a long time coming, this figuring out what I want to be when I grow up business. There are three things I've always known: I want to spend my days with words, children, and creativity. I've been lucky enough for the past 14 years to be doing just that, more or less, in a preschool setting.
However, there was something missing, something not quiet yet fulfilled for me. You see, I have a love affair with books. For as long as I can remember, I've loved them: the way they smell, the weight of the words, pages, and content in my hands, and the amazing ability to jerk me out of my reality into a completely different world. Yes, some of this can be done with preschoolers, but it can only go so far. So, I've decided to change my path, start a new chapter. In a matter of a few weeks, I made the decision to head back to school and enter a graduate program in Middle School Education, with a focus on English. Yes, I will, in 18 months be a middle school English teacher. Weird.
I'd be lying if I said I was confident. I'm not. I'm terrified. I lay awake at night fretting how I'm going to juggle all of this: the kids, the house, school...life. But then, that sweet man of mine sends me a text, as we've been separated so much lately, "I know it seems bad but I know you can accomplish it. I will support you however I can." That supportive gene is also present in Oliver...
A huge thanks to my parents, too. From a very young age, I was told that I could accomplish anything in life with hard work. It was more than being told, it was watching by example. Mum and Dad, you have both exemplified what hard work means. I appreciate all you have done and continue to do. Thank you for being there in my juggling show, when life throws me one more thing to balance, and always catching me before I fall. (Even when I'm too proud to ask.) One more thing: thank you for loving me, each in your own way, and always believing in me. It is that belief that empowers me to reach for my dreams. I love you both dearly.
I am scared. I am happy. I am doubtful. I am excited. I am ready...ready to move on to this next chapter of my life. Find out what I'm made of....