A few weeks ago, we headed to the beach for some R&R.
I snapped a bunch of pictures of youngest daughter,
She's obsessed with gymnastics
Adolescence is barking at her heels.
She is smart and funny
and just a
rough around the edges.
Blunt, I mean.
We're working on it.
For a number of years, I was home with my girls, a full-time mom,
part-time writer of young adult fiction:
Artichoke's Heart, Somebody Everybody Listens To, and Irish Guys.
A couple of years ago, I took a full-time teaching job and the department chair position
at a local high school.
Yes, it's as busy as it sounds.
I wake up at 4:00 AM in order to maintain my writing life.
I leave for work at 6:30, and often don't get home until just before dinner.
My girls play sports and are involved in
Sometimes I wonder if going back to work was worth it.
Money is good, insurance is great, and as teaching jobs go,
this one is pretty darn perfect.
Still, I can't help but fret at how quickly my girls are growing, how rapidly they change.
And often I think I'd like to hit rewind to those mornings
when they still shared a bedroom, and I would
tiptoe in and find the two of them sharing the same crib.