I'm still adjusting to a busier-than-I-thought-it-would-be fall schedule. Most of you know that I took up finishing the college degree I started at the tender age of 16 as a full on hobby after Anna Sofia was born. Though I'd taken classes here and there for the past 7 years, this is the longest time since my first stint at college - did I mention, at the tender age of 16? - that I've stuck with it this long. I always knew that "someday" I'd get back to school. Well, the past few years have been my someday and I've been happy to do it on my terms, in no particular rush, just for the fun and enrichment of it. This semester, however, is challenging to say the least because while I was taking most of my classes online, this semester I actually have to show up on a regular basis. And how! I am now clocking in 9 hours of campus time a week taking some required courses that have absolutely nothing to do with the PhD in Underwater Basket Weaving I am seeking. (that is a joke) (mostly) 9 hours of face time doesn't sound like much but, let me tell you, when you're adding that to 3 kids' busy-ish schedules, co-managing a household and still having time for self it can throw you for a loop. Especially when there are nights and weekends involved. It just worked out that way. Such is life! Sometimes complicated, always fascinating. Of course, it helps that I do this entirely by choice, at my leisure, with the encouragement and support (in all ways imaginable) of my amazingly, wonderful husband. (MAWM) (That's for you, JK! lol)
Suddenly I'm reminded of a bookmark Ma Mere had when she was completing her Master's when I was 12 years old. It had a picture of a chimpanzee laying upside down on a pile of books and it read:
Now I lay me down to rest
a pile of books upon my chest
if I should die before I wake
that's one less test I have to take.
I loved that bookmark. But I won't kid you, those were some dark times. After many, MANY separations, my parents were officially divorced for the first time that year. Ma Mere worked full time while raising 7 children, 4 of whom were still living at home and managed to finish her Master's in one year at the top of her class. I felt alone, scared and forgotten a lot that year. The sadness and hardship permeating our family hung in the air thickly. However, as an adult, I'd sacrifice that one year of my life all over again and then some just to have the privilege of having a Mother whom I love, cherish and admire. If I manage to become half the woman she is today, I will be successful beyond my wildest dreams. She is my greatest inspiration.