I Did It!

I Did It!

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. 🙂

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Harper’s celebrating! See how happy she is…?
I’m Sew Cool

I’m Sew Cool

Just ask my husband, and my momma 😉

For my 25th birthday, my darling husband gifted me with something my little heart wanted desperately: a sewing machine. This desire was two-fold. First, I have a mom who is a pretty decent seamstress, crafting diapers, curtains, doll clothes, and a number of our Halloween costumes. She was given her sewing machine by my grandmother when she was 25, so there’s a good history.

Second, as much as I am a product of my generation- university graduate, “good” job, plenty of stamps on my passport- I love everything to do with making, and keeping, my home and family.

My first project: gifts for the several babies whose birth our family is eagerly awaiting. Given that I haven’t touched a sewing machine since I made a gym bag in 8th grade, I figured a simple Rag Quilt would be a good place to start. In the last few days, I’ve made two of these blankets, and am reasonably pleased with the results. There are flaws, but a lot of love poured into both creations.

The first was for a friend’s daughter, back in the US. I might always refer to her as “Little Girl.” I know she’s going to be a bright light to those who know her. She has an amazing mom, dad, and older brother; they are a beautiful family, and I thank God every day for their selfless example.

Aren't the birdies adorable?

The second blanket belongs to our nephew, Mr. Adam. I feel especially blessed to have the opportunity to make it, as there is much to pray about when it comes to this little boy.

Blue and green tugboats for the "Little Prince," as his mummy calls him.

Not to sound like a dork, but I really enjoyed the hours spent making these simple blankets. It was a good opportunity to really pray for the children who they’ll be wrapped around, and celebrate their futures. I love giving gifts, and I thoroughly believe that homemade presents are finest. Best: it’s beyond time to break out of this “me, me, me, me, me” season, and start doing for others.

Next project: Felt food for our three year old nephew, Luca. Christmas is just six weeks away!