I see you.
And, I want you to know something.
I know the sacrifices you are making in the throes of motherhood, managing a household and making ends meet all while still trying to find time for yourself.
You want all your efforts to be noticed and appreciated. You also want to feel like you again, the you that existed before you lost your identity somewhere in between “I do,” and “baby on board,” or “empty nest.”
I know the dichotomy of a heart bursting with love for your family, while at the same time feeling so alone.
I know because I’ve lived (or am living) it.
Hi, My name is Sharon. I’m nearly 50 and have a newly empty nest. I left teaching after 18 years in the classroom, and founded this blog. For the past seven years, Mrs. Hines’ Class has been my virtual classroom.
I started it wanting to be your teacher; passing on the lessons I’d gained from my own life experiences. But, somewhere along the way, my soul grew restless and I got lost in an identity crisis, eventually wandering into a wrestling match with God: the not-letting-go-until-you-bless-me, working-out-my-salvation, getting-to-know-who-God-really-is (and isn’t) kind of wrestling match.
And I won.
[Spoiler] The winning is in the surrender.
I’m completely disheveled from the fight, blades of grass stuck in my hair, my blue jeans wet in the knees with mud and grass stains, but there’s also a gleam in my eye and a smile on my lips. Because on the inside?
I’m right where God wants me.
My identity is no longer tied to being a wife, mother or teacher. I’m growing increasingly more comfortable in my own skin and I am getting better at being me, at becoming.
It’s from that place of blessing that I reach my hand out to you as a mentor and friend, offering help and hope for your future. That’s the ultimate mission of Mrs. Hines’ Class, to help you discover the real you and create an authentic life; a life you love.
I won’t always be standing in front of the classroom because, as I mentioned, I’m experiencing some parts of life for the first time. It’s during those lessons, I’ll be in the classroom together with you, sharing the innermost parts of the process; the falling and the getting up, because that’s where learning and binding together happens.
If there’s one thing I do well, it’s getting up. Learning to pick up yourself up by your bootstraps is an inherent trait of being Texan, or Texas-ing as my friend calls it.
I don’t intend on keeping you from falling, but I will be by your side, pulling you up and pointing you in the right direction as we do life together. It’s my wish that somewhere along the way, you’ll find yourself appreciating the journey and smiling at your future.
Are you ready to join me?
See you in class,