I didn't know it then, but lack of money when my Kids were small was, in its own way, a gift of time. Hiring a sitter for four babies would have cost more than whatever wages I could have made and so I was able to be a stay-at-home mom. Those years with my children were precious.
As they grew older, I began taking classes with an eye toward a profession and eventually went to work in medical records. Work was really a pleasure; I got paid for doing something I truly enjoyed. Those were busy, busy years, juggling a job and four teenagers (a job in itself).
Moving to Sacramento and remarried, I was again given a gift of time. Going back to college was an opportunity to take all those classes that weren't included in a technical curriculum. History, art and music appreciation, humanities, comparative religion, creative writing; I took 'em all and more. I was having such a good time that I was devastated when City College said I had too many credits and had to move on, but it took that push to send me to State University and I graduated. (I snuck back to City College for courses in sign language.)
Circumstances sent me back into the work force for a number of years. Single again, working then was my saving grace, and I had a profession to fall back on. Another gift of time came with an inheritance. I took a year off and did all those things one says they would do if they only had the time. I refinished furniture, made quilts, visited far-away friends, and took a trip to Europe. I started a business and met Steve.
We eventually moved here to Farview where once more I have been given time to enjoy my animals and work of a different kind. The point of all this, I suppose, is to encourage recognition of the importance of appreciating those periods of time in our lives for what they are: gifts.
It's cooler today (insert smiley face here).