I know the plans I had

I got a job.

Fifteen hours a week over three days, so I can always drop off and pick up the kids from school. Working at Family Matters Institute as an administrative assistant, I'll be with some fun and intelligent friends who are working to help families through training and the Dad Talk website. As an added bonus, I'll get to see Faith Dwight on a fairly regular basis.

So, never mind the hours of time to focus on getting a repertoire together for my market stall. Goodbye to all the sewing projects I had planned. The coat of paint for the house will have to wait a bit longer, and meals are going to become an exercise in simplicity. But I've never heard of a more perfect job, one that I was sought out to do, is term-time only, is in one of my fields of interest, and is with one fabulous group of folk.

If there was ever a time I felt Proverbs 16:9 to be true, it is now.

A tribute to mom

My mother has the most gorgeous smile on the planet. It's a smile that can make everything better. It takes away fear, it inspires the best in me, it reminds me that I am loved.

I did a double-take when I saw this picture because in it I saw my mother's smile, and I was thankful that she passed on one of her greatest traits to me.

A new day

It's been a year and three days since my last post.

I thought I was going to give the blog up altogether, but I just can't seem to let go completely. Part of my problem is what I like to refer to as Jo March syndrome. Like her, I should have been a great many things. And I'm still trying to narrow down my interests to a manageable mix of fun and mentally stimulating activities that perhaps may one day turn into a living.

My latest love is sewing. I've been making dresses, baby clothes, quilts, bags, stuffed animals, etc. I have also dabbled in gardening, baking, painting, decorating, starting a moms and tots group, and looking into finally finishing my degree (choices narrowed down to law, social work, midwifery and culinary arts). Like I said, a great many things.

Tomorrow marks the end of an era in my life. My baby girl is starting full-time education. Diapers are a thing of the past, and now so are mid-day play dates, lazy mid-week mornings, late afternoon snuggles on the sofa. I will no longer hear the phrase, "Is it time to pick up my stisters?" several times each day. In fact, I may never hear it again.

Tomorrow I will drop all three of my children off to school and start my new life as a...

If only I knew how to complete that sentence. I'm thinking perhaps it's time to start up the blog again as I figure it out.