Thursday, March 28, 2013

a thinker

This is a conversation between Jack and I the other night.  It had been a long day, that started too early then was dotted with tantrums, hitting, messes, broken dishes, heartburn, and a dirty house.  I had just finally climbed beneath the sheets with my husband.

Jack: What would your dream job be?
Me: I dunno.  I guess a nurse in the NICU?
Jack: Why don't you do it?  Just finish your degree and go to work?  I bet I can still manage the business here and watch the girls while you work part time or something.
Me: (thinks about it) No, I don't want to.
Jack: Why not?
Me: Because I want to be home with our girls all day.
Jack: Then isn't that your dream job?
Me:  .........

I have thought about this conversation many times since.  There is nowhere I'd rather be than at home with Olivia and soon her baby sister.  I take for granted sometimes that, financially, I am able to be a stay-at-home mom.  When I was younger I saw the whole stay-at-home mom gig as a bad thing.  Like it wasn't a choice, but something women did when they weren't good at anything else or were super churchy or something.  Now I see that it is a choice.  A choice that I made and one which I love (most of the time).  Someday when the girls are in school and I have nothing better to do with my time, maybe I'll go work at the hospital; but for now I am exactly where I want to be every day.

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