Why is it that the great ideas and inspirations for posts come to me at my busiest moments of the day? (I guess it could be because many of my moments are “busiest.”) Why is it that when I have a few minutes to blog the conversations or observations do not return in their entirety? if at all? I really think that I used to be smart. Being smart was the one thing that I was good at! What am I going to do now? What else do I have? I think I am a good mother. I think I am a good teacher. But, then, I can’t remember moments from the very same day, so who knows? I’ll just be grateful that the bad moments don’t seem to be sticking in my memory either!