Wednesday, March 7, 2018

In which I set a goal


               I have been a mother for approximately 14.5 years. I worked the first two months of my son’s life and decided then that I wanted to be a stay at home mom. I don’t quite remember what made that decision, but the crying every morning when I left him at the sitter’s (me, not him, although he cried A LOT), the sleepless nights, and the fact that no one could possibly love my monster the way I could probably had something to do with it. Now, 14 years and 5 kids later, I find myself in the near-future of not having kids to stay home with as my youngest will begin kindergarten in 2 years. Last time I found myself in this position I got pregnant so I wouldn’t have to figure it out. I’m not saying that isn’t a solution, and I DO love every one of my kids, but I’m finding that it isn’t a permanent solution. Actually, it’s kind of a drastic solution. Also, because I know someone will say this, I refuse to homeschool my kids. So I find myself in this quandary: what am I going to do with my life?

               I have a degree in English Education but I haven’t taught actual school since I quickly wrapped up student teaching with a tiny baby in my arms. Besides feeling a little intimidated to go back into the school system, I have a hard enough time dealing with my own kids—the prospect of dealing with other people’s offspring on a daily basis is, to be honest, frightening. (Thank you to all the educators out there!) It could happen, but I want to explore all my options before committing.

               What do I have to put on a resume? I have been changing diapers, cooking, cleaning, potty-training, chauffeuring, personal assistanting, counseling, fashion consulting, doctoring, decorating, fight-breaking, yelling, laughing, teaching, and I am sure many other things for 14.5 years—and may I add, not very well. There are crumbs under the table, my kids constantly bicker, and today my two-year-old is wearing unmatched socks with his short, stained pants.

               Then I asked myself what I enjoyed doing. That’s a humdinger. For basically all of my adult life I have been focused on helping others find joy and in that journey I feel like I have lost a little of myself. I like travel, books, music. But what did I DO FOR FUN before kids? I needed some time to think about that. I pulled out old pictures and studied myself, my surroundings, trying to remember, and I found traces there that are still in me now, as a mother. I saw the girl who found it funny to “dirty dance” in the Mom who paid her kids in Pokémon cards if they would play Just Dance with her on rainy days. I saw the explorer who traveled to China without knowing a word of Mandarin in the Mom who doesn’t care how many hours it takes to drive her kids across 17 states in 7 days so they could hit up as many cities and historical monuments as possible. I remembered the indecisive girl who thought about running away on her wedding day in the Mom who convinced her husband to cancel flight plans three times in one year! And finally, I read pages and pages of words that young girl wrote as she finished school, and later classes to keep her teaching certificate current, and I remembered the thrill of writing as I saw the Mom--that's ME--who loves to find the humor in every day, ordinary life, and I have this drive to record it—usually in the form of succinct(ish) facebook posts.

               The dream began. I have two years before my youngest goes to school. I don’t know what I am going to do when he leaves me, but I don’t have to wait to rediscover myself. I am a professional mom. This year I will have spent a combined total of 46 years raising kids. This is who I am and who I will always be. I am going to record it. The dream is to turn it into a book—and right now I feel optimistic about it, but who knows what tomorrow will bring. Teenagers, that’s what. 



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