NaNoWriMo Challenge Met

The past month has been nothing short of incredible.

In 28 days, I have miraculously:

·      completed a 1^st draft of a novel

·      kept house to same degree of cleanliness & orderliness

·      put meals on the table

·      continued to homeschool at least 1 child

and through all this, hung on to my sanity, albeit by a thread.

All this with the support of a long-suffering husband

and my understanding daughters, of course.

Sound a bit like bragging?  Maybe. 

Truth be told, I do feel a little proud of myself.

More importantly, I have discovered that I have more in me than I knew.

Of late, a question that has flitted in and out of my consciousness is:

What does my life count for?

I now know why many parents live vicariously through their children. 

It is the wistful longing for more meaning in their lives.  

Our children are just starting out, full of promise, full of life.

We are winding down, and many of us have forgotten how to dream.

And so we want them to dream for us.

We pour everything into them

hoping for a second chance at life.

This month has tested my mettle

and I am exhilarated to find that I am not done dreaming.

There is a great deal I have left to do, can do,

to make my life count.

So, don't worry, girls,

looks like Mom can carry her own dreams for now.

Go ahead and dream your dreams!