So here’s the thing. I never “meant” to do this. To be a part of a month long commitment to blogging and sharing. This is a first for me.
Just like last Saturday was a first for me. As I sat in a writing workshop facilitated by Dr. Carla Brown, I was inspired to write. Not only write, but share my writing. That was the first writing workshop I had ever attended that was not mandated by a school system as professional development. It was a first and it was freeing.
This year I have moved twice in six months- a first. We have never moved so much and I wouldn’t recommend it-especially with teens and preteens.
Today is my son’s first birthday celebration in our brand new state- eleven years old. A first for him, a first for me as a first time mom of an 11 year old.
This year I taught middle school- a first. The bond I made with my students completely outweighed the hormones and eye rolls so prevalent with that age.
This year, I saw big horn sheep while hiking-another first. I hike, a lot so this was a beautiful reminder that God’s Creation is vast and diverse everywhere I go.
This year I have lived close to the coast and now mountains frame my street view. That’s a first.
This year, I said “see ya later” to more friends and family than I’d like to. I packed up my home(s) twice. My kids have started new schools-twice. A first for us all.
Firsts are sometimes amazing. I find most firsts are hard. In this year of firsts, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned about myself and others. I’ve grown more deeply rooted in my faith in Jesus Christ.
This community is a first for me. I’m learning to welcome the possibility of “firsts” in my life.