Lessons Learnt the Hard Way

There were so many things over the past few days that I thought I should probably write down, because ultimately, when it was time to post something to this page, I'd have them to write about. But I'm me and I just didn't do it. And here I am with an empty head. I'm straining my mind, shuffling around in the recesses of my memory, trying to recall any poignant, eloquently poetic thoughts I might pen. Well, it's not working. Ironic. I'm the queen of stationery. I have loads of it. And the sights and smells inside a stationery shop still manage to make my legs rubbery. People in my family know that if they want my heart to explode with joy, all they need to do is get me a bag full of stationery. I digress. Poignant thoughts...

Ever heard of a home to work balance? Or the term 'being professional' and leaving behind 'baggage'? I'm not so sure about the validity of any of these terms. For instance, whilst teaching, at about 20 times during the course of the day, a connection is made in way to another to my kids. For those of you who don't know, it's been around four years now since I last saw them. So connections- I'll see a word and I'll be reminded of something. Sometimes (and it has now become sometimes), it will bring a smile to my lips, albeit a sad one- but a smile nonetheless. Like the word 'keen'. My daughter used that once. I don't know why that has stuck. Or the word 'cancer'. There a long dark story their, albeit with a happy ending. Or the universal crap that teens will throw at you. Or the PTMs where moms are forever lamenting the fact the kids are literally doomed.