Guilt is in everything I do. Why? I am a mother, teacher, and a writer. Anytime that takes me away from my son leaves me feeling guilty. I envy those mothers that don’t have this mom guilt. I truly do. Maybe I have so much guilt because I always wanted to be an at-home mom of over four kids and now I am a working mom of one child. I feel bad that I have to work. I feel bad that my son doesn’t have any siblings. I feel bad when I want to take time for myself to be with friends or take an exercise class or go writing because that is time that I am away from that only child. Pure guilt.
I love reading. Reading has been at times my escape, my companion, my teacher and my seducer (did you read Fifty Shades of Grey?! That is all.) However, I was raised by a mother who adores to read and a father who openly hates school and hates to read. Ironically my mother (the parent that loves reading) grew up with severe dyslexia. She taught me to never give up and to always go after your dreams.
As a teacher, it is bittersweet that the school year has come to an end. I absolutely adore my students and their parents. I truly do. Due to being a career changer, I (at times) feel like I don’t fit in with the “meant-to-be” teachers. They always knew they wanted to be a teacher. I love that about them. Though I am much older than some (I still can’t believe that I will be four decades old this year!), I feel like I am younger at times. Strange, but true. They know what they want to do for the rest of their life and have known since they were kids. I, on the other hand, am the opposite. I have many passions in life: teaching, writing, creating fun or pretty cakes, drooling over Johnny Iuzzini (joking..maybe!) and am always thinking what else can I do?!
I have abandoned many blogs in my years. I have come back to wordpress and I hope to […]