Some of you might remember my blog titled I Never Wanted to Be a Mom where I talked about my internal struggle with deciding to stay home with Bruce and resign my teaching contract. After having him and being blessed with 5.5 months with him, I knew I could NOT go back into the classroom full time and devote the time and energy my 3rd graders needed and still have the time and energy for my 3 kids at home.
Anyway, what I didn’t mention previously was that before I resigned my contract I had applied for a couple other positions that would take me out of the general education classroom, but have me continue working with small groups of students in a more supporting role. I thought that that would leave me a little less stressed while still giving me the opportunity to do what I love to do!
I anxiously awaited a phone call to interview for a new position, but it never came before the July 10th deadline to resign. I’m not going to lie, I was disappointed, but I felt God was telling us that even though I was scared to not teach anymore and to stay home full time, it was something He wanted and needed me to do. So on July 7th, I resigned my teaching contract and mentally and emotionally prepared myself to be a full time stay at home mommy.
On July 17th, while we were on vacation in Pennsylvania, I got a phone call from a principal in our district to interview for a part time intervention specialist job at the new school that was opening up in the fall. What?! Seriously?! This was THE job I so desperately wanted! I prayed and prayed and God said, “Just interview. I will show you what to do from there.” We flew back home on July 19th, my interview was scheduled for July 20th, I was offered the position the very next day, and I had to move all of my belongings out of my old classroom by July 26th! Whew! Talk about a crazy whirlwind of a week!
So, here I am, watching Addison, our 9 year old, play with Bruce knowing that today is the last day I have him all to myself. The last day I will be a stay at home mommy. The last day I will be able to nurse him all day and play and snuggle all day. I know I am beyond blessed to have had the last 24 weeks at home with Bruce; most people only get a third of that, but witnessing Bruce grow from a premature newborn to a little man who is sitting up on his own and rolling over from front to back has been the most rewarding 24 weeks of my life.
I know he is going to LOVE going to “school” and I know I am going to LOVE my new part time job, but I can’t help but feel some sadness as I finish packing his “school” bag for someone else to take care of him instead of me. God bless you working moms! Today, and everyday, I salute you as we struggle to do it all!