April 18th 2010
Dear Cecilia,
My apologies as this letter will reach you later than some of our colleagues. In my mayhem I call normal life I completely missed the deadline and thus am writing it post due date.
I must admit I know nothing about you, except my own liking of your name. Cecilia is such a stylish name with a touch of flair. I imagine you already know that your name originated in Rome and you are named after the patron saint of music. If you didn’t, now you do.
Well as I know little about you I shall fill you in on me, a subject I can be reasonably knowledgeable about. I apologise as this information may bore you to tears, if so, feel free to open a bottle of red and sit back and let the words blur.
I am now pushing forty and am not so thrilled about this prospect. I spent my earlier years raising six children (same father/husband, just in case you were wondering), my youngest is now nine years old and the eldest 19, she will be 20 the day before I turn 40, so of course if you do the math, I was young to say the least when my first treasure popped out. Since then I delivered two strapping twin boys, who look rather similar and now tower over me. I was then blessed with a daughter, another son and my youngest, another daughter. Three boys and three girls, I thought was very clever! Now post divorce and re-marriage I am the wicked step mum to two more boys and wife to my new husband of just over a year.
Apart from producing off spring I have enjoyed rather varied working life training as a journalist and then moving into sales before turning to education. I am currently a training coordinator at transitional training centre for youth people with learning barriers. it is challenging, long hours, poor pay and huge personal satisfaction. Our students range on age from 13 to 29 and have a diverse range of reasons for being a part of our program, but they all belong and each day make progress, some tiny steps other leaps of achievement. I love my job; I work full time with an amazing team of dedicated staff and for this I am very grateful.
When I am not a training coordinator, wife, mother or stepmother I love to go to the beach, read, bush camp, catch up with friends for coffee or simply sleep.
Throughout my life, even as a youngster I have loved language, stories and anything in print. Books provided me with an escape and reading still remains my favourite pastime.
