This is how it's been...thank goodness for Anne Morrow Lindbergh for putting words to moments like these in our lives:
"For to be a woman is to have interests and duties, raying out in all directions from the central mother-core, like spokes from the hub of a wheel. The pattern of our lives is essentially circular. We must be open to all points of the compass; husband, children, friends, home, community, stretched out, exposed, sensitive like a spider's web to each breeze that blows, to each call that comes. How difficult for us, then, to achieve a balance in the midst of these contradictory tensions, and yet how necessary for the proper functioning of our lives. How much we need, and how arduous of attainment, is that steadiness preached in all rules for holy living. How desirable, and how distant is the ideal of the contemplative, artist, or saint - the inner inviolable core, the single eye."
I've been being a Kindergarten teacher this last week, for the first time ever, in my whole life...and I found a new passion. I've been completely lost in the moments. I think of nothing but those little 5 year olds all day long. My mind is washed with white glue and scissors and bright papers. My dreams are full of staplers and laminating and tiny chairs.
I didn't know how much I'd love it...I couldn't have imagined it any better than it is.
I feel like Santiago in The Alchemist, finally finding my Personal Legend...
and so I offer my life a very tired, very honest, "Hooray!"