I remember thinking, “No one taught me this.”
It began with the simplicity of taking notes.
I was a brand-new student at a Maryland boarding school.
We’d been asked to “take notes” on a couple of chapters.
I looked like a fish-out-of-water when an experienced junior came to my rescue and offered to teach me.
Her name was Pauli and she taught me how to highlight and write.
Fast-forward to meeting my future-husband and his mother, Betty.
She’d made a career as a homemaker.
I’d never known one.
I started taking notes.
How to cook, how to make a home feel like home.
Four children later, I’m still taking notes.
How to listen, how to heal.
No one taught me this.
But I’m forever learning.