Today was my last day as parent helper in Sarah's preschool...after 4 years at this preschool (2 with each girl)...my last "helper" day is done. I might never help in a preschool classroom again. At least not with my own kids. I've been trying to not cry about it all day, but now I am. It's just another reminder of change. Why is it so hard?
Tonight was my book club. I wish I could say I love book club...I really want to love book club. I enjoy reading books I normally wouldn't pick up and I enjoy listening to others thoughts. But it is so hard for me to share my thoughts and feelings in a group setting. I get discouraged. I could talk about the book with every person there...but just not all at once. We read The Opposite of Fate by Amy Tan. I didn't decide I liked the book until page 322. I just felt sad for her...like she was searching for truth and not finding it...and on page 322 that is why she shared that she writes. I hope she keeps writing until she knows Him who is Truth. I always take quotes from books...here are a few from hers:
- "Many of the greatest moments we experinece are moments we cannot adequately prepare for..."
- "I write because often I can't express myself any other way and I think I'll implode if I don't find the words." (I can relate...why else would I be blogging instead of sleeping?)
- "I will try to sort out my worries, categorize them, organize them, find possible solutions to contain them or make them go away. And they still sit in my brain..." (oh how I wish I couldn't relate to this!)