I’m not going to quit my full time job.
I was devastated when I first came to this realization, but I’m feeling okay about it now. Being a stay-at-home mom is the hardest job I’ve ever had. In my whole life. And I have worked at McDonald’s.
So truth be told, teaching in a public high school every day will be like a little vacation.
Okay, that’s a stretch.
In reality, the reasons for me to keep working are entirely financial – the furnace has to be replaced, we have to have medical insurance, and I have to pay for the master’s degree hanging in the hall.
I’m almost at peace with this. Really. Remember that Grace goes to daycare during the school year? Her teachers were sad on the last day of school; they cried. Grace didn’t cry, but I think she didn’t really know what was happening.
A week after school was out, Joe and I attended a church service for the first time. We were apprehensive about leaving Grace in the church nursery with strangers, but we gave it a shot.
As soon as Joe put Grace down, the nursery worker stooped down to Grace’s level, introduced herself, and welcomed Grace to the Ladybug room. Grace took her by the hand, and they walked into the room together.
Leaving Joe and I gaping in the doorway.
Grace never looked back.
We collected ourselves and sniffled our way to the sanctuary.
That little episode in the church nursery has been weighing on me. Clearly, Grace likes daycare.
The sign I’ve been praying for came. I’m going back to work.
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