Me, My Family

My Life

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.

My Family

Another day in paradise

Today was my day to help out in Madison’s class.  It was fun in a strange way. I am not nor have I ever claimed to be a lover of all children.  I do enjoy seeing my baby with her peers, she is such a big girl, confident, strong and proud.  She seems to enjoy my being in the class and there is nothing more important to me than being there for my girls.

When I got home I decided to take a walk, clear my head a bit.  Although I am trying not to think too much about the pending biopsy, it is lingering in the back of my head.  The weather here is unseasonably warm.  It was nice to be out.  The breeze was a bit chilly but with iPod going it really did feel great to walk.  At one point I felt like Forrest Gump, once I started going I did not want to stop.forrest-gump-hippie-running

The girls were able to go outside to play for a little while after school which was also very nice.  I cooked out on the grill which is just crazy in the North East in January.  The day all in all was not too bad, calm and nice.  Then came dinner when my 6-year-old informed me that I did not have a “real” job.

Interesting even at that age the societal message has gotten through.

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