Better late than never. At least that is what I am hoping. The last week of the month and Lori at LavenderLuz.com calls us to reflect on a moment, big or small, when all our stars aligned and all was perfect in our corner of the universe.
It has been a busy few weeks in my little piece of the universe. The Brothers finishing school for the summer and me doing the unspeakable…RETURNING TO SCHOOL! That’s right, I’m doing it, officially, going back to that one place every sane person swears they will never again darken the doorstep. No, not Wal-Mart…MIDDLE SCHOOL!!!!!! Say it isn’t so! I can hear my Dad laughing from heaven as I type.
Middle School was not a great time for me. And, I realize, that makes me different from absolutely NO ONE! It is an awkward time in too many ways to count. Self-esteem is fragile, teeth are crooked, skin is bad, friends are fickle and no one seems to feel right in their own skin. So what do I say, SIGN ME UP!
Better yet, let me spend a lot of money to take a class that is going to make me even MORE popular and desirable than I ever dreamed possible. Please God, make me a Middle School Teacher! Yes, you read correctly, teacher. I am going to teach reading to 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. And it gets better…I AM REALLY EXCITED! To fuel this momentum I have been taking a class this week in Young Adult Literature. A little refresher you might say.
It is a scenario close to “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled.” Sounds more poetic than I think I have lost my mind and there is no turning back now. Life is funny like that. I have been on my path for a while.
My full-time job was here at home and I have been very happy that way. But now, I am a bit restless. When the Brothers are at school the quiet is too much. In the silence I can hear the monitors and other durable medical equipment that filled our home. I can smell the boutique lotion my friend spoiled her with and in that alone time, I am now lonely. My plan was never to work full-time outside my house but plans have a way of changing and new roads sometimes need to be built.
As I drove to my first day of class yesterday, I thought how this is a new chapter, a new road. A book I did not want to read and a road I did not want to build but I fell in a pothole along the way while reading the worst horror story ever. I now find myself starting a new book, a different genre with a new cast of characters.
The past two and a half years have been a time of building and paving this new road. I have a long way to go but as I drove I thought…what a long way I have traveled.