Last week I woke up with absolutely NO voice... no warning other than a tickle at the back of my throat the night before. I just opened my mouth to say "Good morning" to my cherubs and ... nothing.... not a whisper, not a croak..... nothing. My overwhelming thought was "Thank GOODness!" Why? Because it was last week, not this week. Last Friday and Saturday I had basically no vocal obligations. This Friday and Saturday [today and tomorrow] I am presenting two Upbeat Parenting workshops at the Connecticut Association of Foster and Adoptive Parents, my first time at their conference. So today I celebrate that anything can happen, like losing your voice the morning of a conference presentation, and a big woo-hoo for timing that actually worked in my favor this time! My voice is back, the kleenex box and amoxicillin are added to my suitcase, and I am on my way!
I am a lifelong educator, writer and author, a foster, bio, and adoptive parent, happy mom of five daughters, Grandma to six, Nana to four, and church and theater musician. Oh yes, and all-round optimistic, crazy lady.