I used to blog. Often.
Then I stopped.
I logged on today, and saw it has been over a year since my last post.
Yet, in the past WEEK, I have had three people ask me why I don't blog anymore.
I really don't have a solid answer to give anyone when they ask.
Answers are plenty though.
If you wanted to know information about me, you could call. We can catch up via the old fashioned way....instead of reading about me from afar and feeling like you know what is going on in my life.
Since my last post, in 2011, I started working outside of the home.
I taught pre-school children at the school where my own children attended.
I did not teach my children.
I worked part time, a little over three hours, for five days a week.
I didn't get a job because I needed money. (As everyone knows, teachers don't get paid for their effort or what is required of them - the same is even more true for preschool teachers.)
Instead, the job found me, for a lack of better words. I had such a grande experience during my time there.
I felt purposeful. I learned a new meaning of joy. Joy from a three year old's eyes is way different than my own. Not that I didn't understand the meaning of joy - I have children of my own. But having the ability to share in joy with a child that is not of your own blood and truly love them and be proud of them for their accomplishments is on a different level.
I formed relationships with people and I grew as a person. I learned a new meaning of friendship and trust.
My time there was short-lived because joy was found elsewhere. After much struggle and the beginning of hopelessness, my family was blessed with the news we were pregnant. We had wanted a child for so long, but had thought it wasn't in the cards for us. Little did we know, as with any of God's surprises, that our hand just hadn't been dealt.
So as I write today, I am less than six weeks away from holding another little Connaroe. I have two little Connaroes that have grown up and become REAL people. People who have thoughts and great independence and spunk and intelligence and drive. They both have such big hearts and are very excited to meet the newest addition to our family. I watch them with love and admiration at who they have become. I am anxious to know if I did a good enough job with them. And I am anxious to have to do it all over again....
I have sent my first born off to kindergarten, and I have seen the change in him. He has grown so much in the last month since school started. He is writing on his own, creating his own thoughts and reading us stories. He has his own opinion about everything and I absolutely adore what a blessing he is to our family.
And our little Mere has become such a grown up herself. I am blown away by her use of descriptive words at times. "Mommy, this is simply too hard!" She and Lucas are both my ray of sunshine, even in the darkness asking me if it is morning time yet.
So, although I can't commit to blogging often. I can attempt to work it back into my life. I am back at home, being a mommy.
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