full sink I came home to after work today
As I was sitting in my quiet classroom today, planning and organizing, I realized how good I have it.
During the 18 years of my 24-year marriage that I was home with my children, I loved it. I am not a perfect housekeeper and homemaker (I give myself an A-), but I am a nurturer, and I fully enjoy making my home a comfortable place where people want to be. Where meals are cooked and books are read and music is played. It mattered so much to me that I was able to be home with my kids all of those years. Even with the days of anxiety and claustrophobia, which surely show up here and there, I think of those years with all of my boys home with fondness. It was sweet and sugary and yummy.
But now, as my life is changing in its demands on me, I enjoy the time I spend at my job August-May. The kids are squishy and loving and brimming over with potential, and the progress they make is so satisfying it is hard to put into words. I love my technicians that work with me, my other coworkers in my school.
I count my blessings backwards and forwards when I reflect on the serendipity that allowed me all of these blessings. My first choice? Home. Even now with almost grown kids. It is the absolute best place to be. But while we have a need for me to work, I will go the half mile to my job with a thankful smile and ready heart.