I found myself hungry for more “slow mornings” like a Saturday morning with the hour in my chair with a hot cup of coffee and mindless chats with Coach. Then I found myself complaining that the other mornings weren’t slow and peaceful like Saturdays. I caught myself frustrated with my weight and how clothes fit after Christmas break. (The one where we ate fast food and fancy restaurants and traveled for 14 days straight.) I was feeling overwhelmed with daily tasks and feeling defeated no matter what I was doing. I found myself complaining in my head about how off task my class was one morning. I found myself complaining. I can’t handle a complainer. It was me. I was the complainer.

Did you know that your children are going to likely grow up and treat their spouse like they see you treating your spouse? Ummmmm….. no pressure. Did you know they will think it is OK to be treated like your spouse treats you? Ummmm….. even more pressure. This is why Coach and I fight like we do. Because one day Cart and Calla will fight with their spouse like we do. Our grandchildren will be raised in homes that WE are setting an example for now. So. Much. Pressure.

Friends, social media is FULL of teachers complaining. It is no secret that we are in a teacher shortage. So many people have so many thoughts and ideas. But I am here to be the opposite. My purpose is to build up the public school system and I will pray about that purpose daily. When I was asked this summer what I wanted to do for education, I said this: “I want everyone to know how amazing it is. If they don’t think that, I want to convince them.”

If you know me in real life you have probably noticed that I ONLY talk about life in chapters. Swifties call it their “era” but this coach’s wife is just thankful for the chapter. Because after 17 years of this little life I have learned some lessons about loving the life too much. Then God turns the page. So you will ALWAYS see me giving thanks for the chapter we are in, because let me tell you, it sure is a good one.

I have been really trying to stop and take in the tiny moments and give praises where praises are due. My personality is rather positive and happy. However, I sometimes forget this and find myself going down a spiral of “when will this change?” Then last week Cart Cain walked up to me as I was sitting in my recliner with a cup of steamy coffee near the glow of my dream Christmas tree that is topped with a tree topper of a bow that was sent straight from Heaven…. and he said, “Mommy, I’m hungry. Can I have some pepperoni?” Ummmmmmm THIS is the sweet spot, I told myself. I am in the sweet spot of parenting.

You know that post that says, “You have thirty minutes to talk about something you are passionate about without any prep time. What would you talk about?”

Easy.