A bit about me…

I am Wendy, a happily married, 58-year-old mother of three wonderful boys, that have all offered me different lessons, outlooks, and ways to think about things. Each have beautiful gifts and beautiful complications that fill my life, daily. As you shall find out.

I am the mother of twins, born at 27-weeks’ gestation, 3 months early, 30 years ago.

I am the mother of a singleton son, born 7 years, nearly to the moment after my twins. He missed being born on their exact birthday by 45 minutes.

I am the wife of the most amazing man, that puts my needs and desires, above all else. We have been married 26 years, with normal ups and downs, but with a ferocious fight inside of us to make things happy, calm, honest, transparent, and loving. With each falter we grow, together.

In April 2011 my husband became very sick and in a single nanosecond in time our life changed, not our love, but our life.

 I am the Director of a Preschool. The perfect place for me. I am a mother and a parent, and therefore have faced experiences that I can share with the families that attend our center.

I was a Preschool Teacher and love that I can pass on successful, loving strategies to our teaching staff. Strategies that worked for me, and may give them a different way to think about what they are actually trying to instill in our littlest humans.

I am an obsessively organized employee, everything in its scheduled time, on time, everything in its place, and for me, early is on-time. I try to think ahead of what you are doing, or needing, know what follows your current task. I never want to be the smartest person in the room, and ALWAYS, use the wisdom of the trees!

Grounded in the earth, Strong through the trunk, flexible, graceful, and resilient through your branches, therefore you bend and don’t break. Never be so certain, that you are blinded to other ways to change, learn, and grow.

I am a true and dependable friend. Honest and loving to a fault, never taking for granted that friendship is a two-way street, and I am responsible for my portion of the effort.

I am a confused daughter. I have been disowned by both my biological and step mother, and have been given the responsibility of my dad, who resides in an Assisted Living Facility. I am an empath. I feel… I feel tired.

This is my personal story. You may have all of it, some of it, or none of it.