Directions to go--where though?

I've been looking for employment for the past few months with only two interviews and wonder why because I have great qualifications. I wonder if it is agism (not a spring chicken anymore-more like mid-to-late summer) or I'm just looking at the wrong areas. Could be a combination of both. Over the past five years I've been lead into a certain direction that I have resisted and really should just embrace and follow that route. The Lord knows where I am needed so I should relax and go down that road. Preschools perhaps? We'll see if those leads bring me anything. Sometimes it takes a proverbial 2X4 to the head to get my attention. It would address my interest in early intervention, literacy and play. A development centre or high risk preschools that know that free play is the real key to academic and social success and not focused on inundating wee ones with academic rote work.
On a different note (musically speaking) the link to the right is a beautiful young lady with a beautiful voice. I don't know if her work is available other than through links. She's the daughter of a school friend from Jr./Sr. High. 

A new beginning

The title of this blog came from a book "Why Does My Mother's Day Potted Plan Always Die?" by Janene Wolsey Baadsgaard (Deseret Books). It's about motherhood and travels through four seasons of a year of being a mother. Funny and heartwarming-things I can't seem to do when writing about mothering.

I do have a theory about the dead plant though, it is symbolic of motherhood, sometimes things just don't work out no matter how much care you give. Children will go their own way and sometimes it isn't the same road they were raised on. Other times it just that non-essentials are not addressed, like being busy playing with the children trumps watering a plant.

I've started re-reading it...she has reminded me of what I believed about motherhood when I had the wee ones running around. She talks about having children when people contend that having them restricts us as women and self-indulgent. I like her thought "Yes, my family takes up my space. Yes, it takes up my time. But it is also my family that has given me everything to feel and something to say" (1988, p.29). I think that is what this blog is for, families, children and being a mom and a person.