When she asked me if I ever regretted not using my degree, I just stared at her blankly for a full minute. I did not know how to even answer her because the thought never crossed my mind. Yet her question started me thinking; I did want to write again.Perhaps I could have started eleven years ago when everyone was in school full-time but realistically there was simply
too much physical work involved in running a household for eleven people and helping with the farm animals and our large vegetable garden.
Surprisingly, mothering a large family has challenged me, forcing me to learn, change, heal and mature.
The unexpected bonus of embracing this unusual lifestyle
is hundreds of hilarious experiences that could only happen
when you raise nine children on a small, family farm.
My life is diametrically opposed to anything I could have imagined as a teenager.
Ironically, this strange life,
focused on motherhood, has brought me more fulfillment and joy than I ever could have imagined.
Now I have come around full circle,
just as I imagined at 16. It just took years of living a rather peculiar life before this
avid reader and oral story-teller was ready to start writing again