I’m going to turn 40 years old on Monday. It seems fitting that my 40th birthday falls on a Monday — the bittersweet coincidence that Monday is the worst day of the week but that it’s the start of a whole new period of time.
On the list of things I promised myself I would do before I turned 40 was to write more. On reflection, that seems odd given I spend more than half my days doing just that. But, my promise was meant to fulfill a desire to write more about things on which I want to spend time writing. That, and launching this blog was only marginally less difficult than losing weight, running a marathon, saving money, becoming fluent in Spanish or earning a doctoral degree. I suppose that’s what happens when you draft a to-do-before-40 list when you’re 39.
So, what is it that I want to spend time writing about? In a word: Me. Not in the I’m-so-wonderful-how-could-you-look-away-Kim-Karsdashian way. I mean this in the I-have-so-much-going-on-there-must-be-something-you-can-relate-to way. If you’re out there and can relate, welcome to the audience. Participation is encouraged.
I am married to a great husband and mother to two wonderful kids, ages 4 and 14. (No, that’s not a typo.) That comes with all the usual stuff being a wife and mother entails, wrapped up in the semi-weirdness that will be simultaneously having a child in kindergarten and a child in high school. Add to the mix that our 4-year-old was diagnosed last year with Autism, and you get anything but “usual.” Truly — if I thought my life was full of acronyms after I became a lawyer, I had no idea: ADA, IEP, SELPA, ASD, PDD-NOS, OT, PT, ST, MFT, LCSW … I could keep going, but you get the idea.
I’m a working-mom-type. I’m a full-time lawyer, and I work at a law firm, which means I spend a good deal of my life locked in a battle between personal and professional commitments. I don’t know who is winning, but I’m guessing most days it isn’t me. My husband is also a lawyer, so at least we have the assurance of knowing our children have no hope of winning an argument with us. Ever.
I also teach legal research and writing classes to paralegal students. I used to teach law students, but I found I like undergraduates more. A lot more. Teaching both reminds me why I wanted to become a lawyer and makes me question the entire human race. If nothing else, students are a good source of material.
When I have a spare moment, I like to spend it in the kitchen or watching other people in the kitchen. I love to read (which may explain how I ended up in law school), and I have no particular preference for fiction or non-fiction — just for well-written and meaningful stories.
So, there it is. If you can find something to relate to in family, parenting, Autism, teenagers, teaching, learning, lawyering, balancing career and family, preparing a good meal or reading a good book, come on along for the ride. Otherwise — no worries — as a mother and a lawyer, I’ve grown entirely accustomed to talking to myself. It’s an occupational hazard.