This is my mother. She left me when I was just 14 years old. I saw her a few times from teenage through the typical college years (although I didn’t have typical college years) and then she passed away before I married or had children. She was a wonderful woman that I know I would talk to her often if she were alive, but I really never got the chance.

The most current entries are things I would tell her and only her ... because they aren’t meant to be heard, just vented (if she were alive). The majority of this blog are letters she wrote to me (and a few to my sisters) during the years that we were apart.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Light at the End of the Tunnel

Hi,

About three weeks ago I accepted a permanent sub position which meant my free time was gone.  However, prior to this commitment, I had agreed to run Red Ribbon week at the high school.  Yikes.  I can't turn down a long term sub job for just a few lunches and a planning for a special week's worth of activities.

I don't know how, but somehow I made it.  I think there were days I absolutely couldn't find enough hours in a day.  Five or six o'clock would come faster than anticipated and my window for making phone calls closed.

In that short time I had to find sponsors to cover $1200 - the cost of t-shirts for the end of week challenge.  I had to order supplies and material (2000 stickers, 1000 RRW bracelets and 500 packs of red candy).  I had to find volunteers to sit at the pledge table every day of the week during lunch.  It was a mess, but as of this past Friday - it is behind me.

I am so grateful for this weekend where I could relax and enjoy my family.  What a great weekend!