Counting My Blessings

The last month has been one of change even, one might say, of transformation.  After a lot of thought I’ve decided not to return to teaching for the time being.  The internal wrangling that has been going on for the last few months finally came to a head.  Home is where my head and heart are right now.

It seems like a straightforward decision and in many ways it was; but it still took me by surprise.  I forget that things change, unfurl and move on.  I’ve found myself moving into a new sense of what my role is, of what being a mother means and how it can define and transform my life.  With two beans to look after I suddenly find myself very, very, very busy!  Not just with the tasks that are involved in keeping everyone clean, fed and watered (oh the laundry!) but also with the wider life that having children brings.

The amazing friends and their amazing children who have helped me move so happily into this new phase of my life. Our fabulous family who’ve visited, talked on the phone and generally supported our expanded family.  My beloved, who holds me up in ways large and small as I try to make real a vision of myself and of our family.  And my own heart that was shouting so loudly that every objection was drowned out.

We came to Canada to seek out a new way of seeing life, to look for new opportunities.  For the first time I am really beginning to see what that might look like.  It looks beautiful.

I could go on, and on…and on…but I won’t!  I’m trying to count my blessings, but I’m running out of numbers.