• Aug. 15, 2006
My Story: The Early Years of Parenting
The nation recognizes September 11th as a tragic day in America, but for me It was one of my most favorite days! Just 5 years prior to that terrifying day, at 6:04 pm a most beautiful baby boy was born and my heart was flooded with a love I had never known or even expected. I became a Mother. Years prior I spent my school year loving "my kids" I had called them, the children I taught in the classroom. But now I was home to stay. With my new baby. Life was perfect...until the post partom kicked in. It was an overwhelming change from being around hundreds of people a day, to being inside four little walls with myself and a baby. I loved him so and enjoyed him so, but the shock of not having a grown up to talk to was something I wasn't prepared for. Neither was the lack of sleep. The freedoms I had were gone and life had changed. Good...but different. During this time I was a part of a wonderful music ministry which fed those areas of my heart that needed to remember who I was. During the next couple years we bought a 3 bedroom home, gutted and remodeled it, only to be able to live in it for 3 months before being transfered out of state. Never mind the fact that I lived in the same house from the time I was born until I graduated from college. Moving away was a BIG deal. I was also pregnant with my second child and was a month and a half away from the due date when we moved. We moved and a new adventure began. Wouldn't you know we had to move to Texas. You know what they say..."Everything's bigger in Texas!" Well, I guess that includes babies as well. February 23, at 3:33 pm, Boy number two weighed in at a whopping 10lb 2oz. The biggest one in the nursery. Another miracle happend, my heart grew bigger too. I never thought I could love another child as much as I loved my first. Boy...I was wrong.
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• Jul. 28, 2006
My Story: The Early Years Of Teaching
In 1991 I graduated from Friends University with a degree in Elementary Education. I began teaching 4th grade that following fall in a Private School. Finally able to embark on my calling. The following year I met a wonderful young man (now my beloved husband). After teaching for three years, I taught for two more years in a 5th grade public classroom. During that time I had gotten married and soon after...was expecting our first child. I finished up my final school year being 6 months pregnant. Excited about being a new mom, we had always planned for me to stay home and raise our children. (My teaching experiences are a completely other series of entries.) We knew that to stay home we would have to make sacrifices.
