Purpose/change
Was: Teenagers.
Education.
Going to work every day and diluting the negativity in the atmosphere.
Being the teacher my first grade teacher was NOT.
Creating a safe, welcoming environment where students can learn and grow.
Creating theatre and showing students brand new to the concept the magic it holds.
Now:
?…
Murky…
No, it’s not.
The lovely lady with white hair down stairs.
and
Shifting around the words I throw up on paper
Molding them into a purpose I decide.
How will I tell her that I left a career in part for her?
I’ll tell her how much the words on the page drive me forward and keep me up at night.
I won’t tell her this: The space of time I’ll get to spend with her is a gap that’s closing and I‘ll be thankful to spend it at home with her.
I usually keep my posts on task, but today’s daily prompt eerily echoed exactly what is happening right now. I had to write it out.
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It’s hard to say where the twists and turns in our lives will lead us. I’ve never felt more like I was living a life of purpose than when I was care giving my mother. What you learn on this leg of your journey will likely be precious and permanent.
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Thank you. Some where far back in the dimness I know it.
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It sounds like you are care taking your ill mother. Mine has Alzheimer’s and though I am her power of attorney and spend many hours advocating on her behalf, she does not live with me. Nonetheless, I understand the sacrifice and responsibility you bear. The certain end is not appealing and I try to make her as happy as I can. Seems you are doing the same for the person (mother?) you care for. Blessings on your head.
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