As of 2:30pm (Brisbane time) on the 29th of September, I am a stay at home mom. I advised my now-former employer of my decision not to return to my role as a student progression advisor, updated Centrelink of the change to our circumstances, and promptly experienced 15 or so minutes of subsequent doubt as to the wisdom of my choice. Questions of career progression, how we’ll ever afford to buy a second vehicle, and general money rubbish swarmed around my tired brain, halted only by my daughter’s blood-curdling “my teeth are trying to bust through” scream. I rubbed some homeopathic teething gel on her sore gums, kissed her fuzzy head, and the doubts that moments earlier seemed so, so important kind of just faded away.
Where else can I be but right here, in my little home, doing laundry at an alarming rate and singing to my diva of a blessing as she fights her nap? There are moments when I’d rather be at work, where I’m praised and productive, but that’s not where I’m called at this point in life.
Harli and I decided early in our marriage that, should we have children, I would stay home with them. I firmly believe that motherhood is a high calling, and that my child(ren) deserve to have me put as much of my energy into their early development as possible. That said, actually saying the words “I won’t be coming back” was near agony for me. I know how incredibly blessed I am to have the ability to be at home, and I don’t want to take a moment of that for granted.I guess what I’m trying to communicate is that it wasn’t really a choice for our family; I’m at home because it’s what we believe is best, and we will make any sacrifice necessary to ensure that it stays this way.
Because I have an anxiety issue, and don’t want to offend anyone, please know that I have the highest respect for parents who have to return to work for a myriad of reasons, and can truthfully say that there are some amazing child care providers out there who pour so much into the kids in their charge. I have fond memories of my day care friends, one of whom is sort of my benchmark for life (check out teamvanvoorst.blogspot.com – Paige is a peach!) so I obviously came out alright. Yea?
So, friends, I did it! Stay tuned for regular updates on our single income life, punctuated by informative posts related to immigration, media recommendations, and the gaggle of creations that pop out of my sewing machine each week. 🙂