There are many things in the past week or two since I made a post that I want to blog about. I simply want to share my ideas on just about everything with the world and the friends I have out there that read this. Getting the time to make a post every night– well, that’s a different story.
It’s not even that Ada sleeps on top of my at night anymore. And I do mean literally on top of me. She had so much tummy pain while we figured out her main food issue was with the tiniest bit of gluten that she would sleep curled up on her tummy on mine, and I was fine with that for as long as she needed it.
Now we’ve got her feeling well most of the time, on a simple diet of protiens and veggies and very little grains at all, and she sleeps well.
But I don’t make any blog posts usually because I’m asleep when my head hits the pillow after running around after these two kiddos each day.
Or my free time is devoted to finishing up and turning in an article.
That’s what’s really on my mind today.
When I decided I wanted to be a journalist, I didn’t have kids and thought I might one day, but it wasn’t a necessary thing for me and I thought it would be after I worked for a while.
So I’m completely and utterly blessed that doing the job I love meshes well with being the type of parent I enjoy being.
Staying home with the kids until they hit school age– for me, staying home with Ada has been so much easier than working (by being in school finishing my degree) for the first two years with Azita.
But that’s not even what is on my mind. Boy, I do have a round about way of getting to my point.
Actually, I was thinking that I’ve gotten to meet some pretty cool people because of my job.
I just interviewed a World War II vet for a story that’s coming out soon. He’ll be 90 this year. Go ahead and google it. You’ll find that research by the Department of Veteran’s Affairs estimates that like 1100 WWII vets die each day. Generations change, time passes.
And because of my job, which is hardly my main job at the moment, what with guiding young minds to be productive and happy little individuals and all, I get to talk to one face to face for as long as I wanted. And I get to tell his story.
I love it. It’s not much monetarily, as a freelancer. I’m not a staff writer working from with a salary or anything. That would be awesome, but much much more work. I do a few stories a month. But its enough to cover a bill or two, and that makes me feel good since I never pictured myself in the traditional role of home maker.
I’ve learned alot since my feminist leaning high school days though.
I don’t rate my usefulness on my career, but it certainly does make me feel fulfilled. As do my kids. I’ve simply got the best of both worlds.
I think living in Fayetteville in particular I get to meet interesting people, interesting characters.
I’ve interviewed a blue grass musician that served in Iraq, a man with a traumatic brain injury, a woman who teaches Waldorf classes, a man who wrote a best selling book on bullying, a woman who barely escaped the twin towers on 911.
It makes me excited just thinking about it. I want to write books. I simply want to interview and think about and talk about and write about most everyone I meet.