This last year feels like a dream. It has been a year since I left my classroom to regain something that I felt I had lost...my babies. I have written before about how I spent long hours doing school related work (obsessively) and long hours traveling back and forth to the hospital/hospice when my father-in-law was so sick. I started to feel so lost. I felt like my sweet little girls didn't care about me and didn't need me. So I spent a year reconnecting with my girls, and it was truly a dream. We are unbelievably close now and that will never be taken away. There have been many times in the last year when I have sat with both of them, curled up in the recliner to read books for the third time in one day, where I have wished with all my heart to make those moments last forever and ever. I cherished all of it. But it turns out that when everybody says being a grownup is hard, they were right. Sometimes being a grownup requires you to do things for the good of your family even if it means making sacrifices...like curling up in recliners at 1:00 in the afternoon to read books. I think this Mama has no choice but to return to the workforce. I am a Realtor, and truly enjoy it, but Realtors do not get a paycheck every two weeks. Not even close. Unfortunately, we are not in a position at the ripe old age of 31 and 32 to have the luxury of me being a stay at home mom with sporadic income on the side. I have been faced with heart wrenching decisions all week and it is only Wednesday. I thought the picture above was the perfect contrast to the grownup that I have had to be this week. This year has been a precious gift.