I’ve enrolled in summer school. Summer school goes against everything summer is supposed to be about. The reason I signed up for summer school is so I can finish my college course work earlier. It seemed like a good idea when I signed up, but now that I’m doing the work I’m not sure.
Six months ago I left my job. I enrolled in college to finish educational requirements toward obtaining a child development permit to further my career. The class I’m taking this summer is the last of the administration classes needed for the permit. However, instead of looking for work, I’ve decided to continue with more child development classes.
Not looking for work wasn’t a decision I made lightly. Our family is able to manage on one income, but it’s not easy. Each month we make decisions financially on things we can and can’t pay for. If I work things would be easier financially. I’d like to work, but finding a job that fits the needs of my family and myself is proving difficult.
I’ve looked for work since I left the old job. I’ve had several interviews and job offers. However, each time I need to make a decision whether to take the job, something doesn’t seem right. My gut instinct tells me it would cause more stress than it’s worth. Although my family doesn’t have the money we’d like, but our stress level is lower and overall we are happier.
My instincts have rarely led me astray. The times I haven’t listened to it is when I usually get in trouble. My gut says to wait until my youngest son is older or find a job that’s flexible enough to support his needs. If I was the mother of only two teenagers and didn’t have a little eight year old boy, I’d be working. I like working and I’m good at it. But being available for my little child is more important. Not everyone has the opportunity to be able to be home for their child. I’m blessed to be able to have an option.
The truth is, childhood goes fast..alarmingly fast. Old Boy leaves for college in a few weeks and I still think of him as a little boy in the stroller, at the zoo. I’ve been fortunate to have been home each day to care for him. I’m glad I had the opportunity. Any sacrifices I’ve made have been worth it. I’m willing to do the same for Little Boy.
I would have never predicted eighteen years ago I would be doing the same job, but it’s a good job. Maybe the best job and to me I’m doing work that what matters most.