Recently I have been debating what the next chapter of my life will hold. My little one will be in first grade full-time starting in September. I have had people ask if I was going to get a real job. It had started to bring me down a bit.
I love standing at the bus stop waving to the girls as they head off to school. I love having the opportunity to give a hug and kiss as they step onto the bus. I look forward to the stories as soon as they get off the bus after a busy day of learning. I am the one to sit with my girls while they do homework and I am the one to answer the questions that arise from that homework.
We of course could be better off financially if I went back to work, that is assuming I could even find a job. I love my life, my husband and my girls. I am sick and tired of feeling like I need to apologize for wanting to take care of my family. I do the laundry, I clean our home. I am the taxi service for karate, CCD and soccer. I handle all medical and dental appointments. I ensure that my ever-growing girls have clothes that fit and food on the table.
I want to be present. I remember track meets with my friends parents wishing I could see my mother rooting for me. I remember wishing just once.
My job keeps me pretty busy, and I love every minute of it! I will apologize to no one for wanting to continue to do it.