Earlier today I sat at the kitchen table with my teaching notes while Brooke sat across from me with her coloring book and crayons.
That dear child could not stop talking.
Mommy, what happens if someone falls into a pit? Would it be dark? How would someone get out of a pit? Would they climb out?
Her questions advanced from practical to philosophical. Why are there pits, anyway?
Typical of three-year-olds, her monologue shifted directions: how she wanted to make a pinata out of napkins and Scotch tape, how she planned to convert our kitchen into a movie theater by taping pictures to the refrigerator, why she wanted to wrap all of her stuffed animals in blankets like packages.
I realized afresh how challenging it is to straddle the dual worlds of home and work simultaneously.
I'm not particularly good with change. Given this, whenever my schedule or my family's schedule drastically changes (like the start of a new semester), I remind myself that it's okay to take a moment to get my bearings.
It's okay to push the teaching notes aside and answer a surprisingly thorough series of questions about pits. Then it's okay to request thirty minutes of uninterrupted time to work.
Grace, I remind myself, grace, grace.
There's enough grace to navigate these full days.