What She Wore: Pink striped pajama pants, white t-shirt, bare feet. I think I’m iron deficient or something-I just can’t seem to get moving these days.
I think that we all have things we have to deal with in life that we’d rather not. For me, this issue is my job.
Before my husband and I even moved here, we started discussing the idea of having a family. We purposely went with the smaller house, so we’d have smaller payments. We’ve saved money conscientiously, and I’ve made big strides towards having my car paid off by August of this year (might be more like September, but I’m trying). Basically, we made provisions for me to be a stay-at-home mom if that’s what I wanted to do. Well, by the end of this year I have to make a decision, and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.
I love the idea of staying home with the munchkin, but I don’t know anyone who’s ever done that. I’ve spent five years building what I like to call a career; I’m finally comfortable, and know that I could teach in most enviroments. I also know that I have a bit of magic in my building: people work hard, don’t complain, love the kids to pieces, and are basically nice. And my shoes? Well, granted, I have enough to get me through the next millenium, but I’d have to buy SIGNIFICANTLY less shoes if I stayed home.
Of course, the reasons to stay home are just as plentiful. There will always be work–there will only be one chance to stay home with this baby. We have no family in the area, so I’d have to leave my child with strangers. The only people I know who stay home with their kids quit part-time jobs. I have no one to reassure me that this is a good decision–I have to go with my gut.
I’ve always thought I’d be a stay-at-home mom, but am I sure about this decision? Absolutely not.