So, I am finally coming to terms and accepting this whole stay-at-home Mom gig and then God throws another curve ball. Really? He sure likes to keep me on my toes! I received a phone call from a legal staffing firm that I signed up with right before I was booted from my last job.
Wait....let me back up. I know I said I have a degree in Early Childhood Education, and I do! But I never actually formally worked in the field. Two weeks before graduation (while student teaching) it hit me like a Mach truck. What was I doing? I never wanted to be a teacher, I couldn't see myself doing this for the rest of my life!....I know, you are thinking well that would have been helpful to figure out WAY before graduation! Believe me, I know. Plus, I tend to look to the future not the present. I envisioned myself correcting papers and cutting out the next days project for the preschoolers at 50 years-old when I was only 24 years-old. Nothing like not living in the present.
So, I received my diploma, got a random job working for a health insurance company. Then a few years later I decided I needed a career direction and went back to school to be a paralegal. So, that is what I did for five years before I ended up where I am now.
Back to the curve ball. This staffing firm called me today to tell me about a fantastic temporary (3 month contract) position doing pretty much the exact same thing I did at my previous job (which I loved). My thought is, maybe this opportunity would give me a boost to experience the career world again just long enough for me to appreciate what I have at home...to help me to realize what I have is GOOD! God sure does work in mysterious ways!! I am just rolling with it. I will keep you posted as to what I decide....
Just When You Think You Have It All Figured Out....
Still Figuring it Out
Okay, so I am a stay-at-home mom (SAHM). I admit it. I feel as though I am admitting to being an addict of some sort. The first stage is acceptance. I recently had a friend tell me that she thinks I am fighting against what is to be. Instead of saying I am a stay-at-home mom with shame, I need to be proud of it. When somebody asks, I need to say, (with smile on face) I am at home raising my children.
The epiphany (if you want to call it that) I had a few days ago is actually probably God finally getting it through my thick skull what He has been trying to tell me all along. I belong at home. For the last year and a half I have been kicking and screaming my way out of the house. But each time I think I have finally made it to the door, I get pulled back in and yes....I am not ashamed to say it...it has been against my will. There I said it. Being a SAHM was never my first choice and is probably not my second or third choice either. Acceptance is the first step to recovery right?
So, as I try to manage myself, my children and my household on a daily basis I may have to institute a few new rules. The first that comes to mind that when the laundry room is finally void of all dirty laundry, all parties who live in the home MUST not soil another article of clothing for at least a week....that will work right?