No Time

My sons are six years apart, so I no sooner had one off to school than I had a new bundle of joy in my arms. I spent a total of twelve years at home with a preschooler. During those dozen years I read constantly - stacks and stacks of beautiful literature.

Yet on many occasions I would hear one of my fellow-moms complain that she had no time to read. It made me feel that none of us has any time to do anything; we all make time to do the things that really matter.