I started writing the summer my oldest sons moved away from home. I didn’t realize at the time that it was a form of therapy. I’ve always been the kind of girl who would rather be with her kids than away from them. I know. I’ve taken a lot of heat for it, believe me.
I would always sit down to write at the end of my workday–which is a very unconventional kind of workday. As we speak, it is approaching 4 a.m. I choose to work a night shift job because I still have two teenagers left at home. They are both home schoolers. They’ve never attended public school. That was their choice, in case you’re wondering. I started the thing. They have chosen to finish it. It works for us. I’d never try to convince someone else that what works for us would work for them. It is simply one of those things that is right for some and not for others. When it is right, God puts the knowing in your heart in such a powerful way that there is no doubt. I love it when that happens.
We spend our days together doing the things that need to be done–education, fitness, running a household, fun stuff, spending time with other important people in our world. When the sun goes down, I head to work where I work a night shift job Monday through Saturday. My job outside the home is a full-time gig. My job inside the home goes well into over-time.
I also have two beautiful grandkids. I’ve been lucky enough to have them near since the day I watched them enter this world. I’ve been the lucky one to have the “grandma house” because the other grandparents live in other states. I also realize that lucky doesn’t really define how blessed I’ve been to have access to these two amazing little people who have opened my world to a whole new dimension of love.
There are times when I wish I could spend my days completely devoted to home, cooking, gardening, photography, and writing. For now, there are too many hats to wear, which is fine. I love hats. Besides–I don’t have a kick-ass camera to photograph all the things I‘d do if I were home..
What I do have is peace and joy. I love the life I live because of the precious people who share it with me. If I can share just a small part of that joy with you in the course of a day through words, not having a kick-ass camera won’t matter so much.