The new year begins with optimism and all good thoughts. I had a lovely, and extremely busy break. Two weeks of working very hard and ensuring kids were fed, bathed and happy. Then one week of busy sight-seeing with our little family of three.
This is going to be the last post of the year. We are off for three weeks on Friday. IO am so looking forward to it.
This year has been an emotional rollercoaster and a year when I learned a few things:
- I am a good mother. No headmistress, psychologist or teacher will ever again make me think I am any less than a good mother. All a child needs is love.
- I am a good teacher. I can find the way to make someone understand something.
- I am a not so good wife. I have taken my husband for granted. He is not just a supporting role in my story, he is my story. This break is for reconnecting and reminding us both that I need to be nicer to him. He is my love.
- Changing jobs was one of the best things I have ever done this year. I feel so much better.
- I am all about justice and doing the right thing…I need to remember that deciding what that is, is not my sole responsibility or right.
- I can do more than I think can and believing goes a long way to getting things done.
- I am a generally good person, but sometimes I am not….those sometimes need to be worked upon.
- I have lived away from my parents house for eleven years, but I still miss them terribly.
- Kindness is the best way to carry yourself.
Thank you ladies for all the support and kind words.
Hubby and I had our meeting with the educational psychologist this morning. The relief I feel is so good. She said to us that she has not spoken to the teacher as she prefers to work without preconceived notions. (I feel better). She asked us questions about Honeybear and the type of child that he is and all the little things to get to know our little boy from our point of view.
I am going nuts I think. I just cannot stop reading and reading and reading and it is taking over everything. I have a reading problem.
I was reading Marcia’s blog about the number of books read in a year and I read a lot. I only realised it when I commented there. And this weekend I remembered….
I read and read and lose myself in books when I am troubled. Last year was a year of turmoil for me, in terms of work and getting used to big school with Honeybear. Hubby and I seemed to to disconnect for bit too. Living past each other, with all this stuff going on in our lives.
I am still reading like a crazy woman, and I do feel troubled. Hubby is working longer hours with his new position and sometimes it is a whole twenty four hours before all three of us connect. We connect among the routine of our lives, getting ready for work, school, laundry, cricket games…which is not much of a connection. I am pretty busy working my day job and then my private work and then the PTA, and body corporate…and being a Mom. I am so excited about HB learning to read, that I have to spend every afternoon with him, making sure he does not fall behind. Hubby and I are back to stolen kisses and promises to sit down together. Hubby works one weekend, I work the other weekend…and so it goes.
This all came to me as I sat in a dingy hot office on Friday morning with my latest student. The lady I was trying to sweet talk into helping started dishing out relationship advice to my student and myself. She divorced her husband after 24 years. You would think that after 24 years you have it sorted…you must never take things for granted.
She said that they divorced because they never made time for each other anymore and that she did not understand his love language, and vice versa. (we were there for 35 minutes, but that is the essence). This has had me thinking, in my weekend frenzy of reading. Hubby and I need to take a time out. We need to be with each other again. I am not sure how I will make this happen. I am going to suck up my pride and I ask my long time friend if she is willing to have three kids for an afternoon, and maybe hubby and I can have an old-fashioned date.
I read because it helps me resolve things, and it helps me escape and it helps me breathe…escapism.