I used to read...

Once upon a time I was a voracious reader. It was not uncommon for me to be reading four or five books at once. I even finished books...all the way through from the first chapter to the last. It was fulfilling, enriching and, to many degrees, it was a large part of what made me me. I was a reader.

Flash forward to today...my days are a flurry of activity from teaching to changing diapers to making meals. Oh, I waste plenty of time in between surfing forums and facebook, but gone are the days of getting completely lost in a book for hours at a time. For years I never completed a book from start to finish unless it also had pictures.

I am currently trying to reestablish this habit into my life. At the same time, though, I am being gentle with myself...understanding that this is a season of motherhood somewhat more demanding than others. I also remind myself that if we are blessed with a new addition, this season will continue for even more years. My tendency is to want all or nothing, but I am learning to be okay with baby steps. It may take me a lot longer to finish books now, but slow and steady still wins the race, right? And, at this time in my life I am not disappointed that a large part of what makes me me is my children. I am a mother. And, perhaps one day I will join the two passions together to become a mother who reads.