This time of year is a quiet one for us, mostly because (so far) we only have one child in basketball - a sport that has no mercy on families or respect for holidays (can I hear an amen?). I know it's the calm before the storm, but I'm enjoying it.
Besides my garden and a few painting projects, I will probably be spending way too much time trying not to look like an idiot preparing our business's tax return this spring. What do I know about an S-corp, anyway? It's been a wild ride - this self-employment thing. Our business definitely had its ups and downs last year. Through it all, I discovered (not surprisingly) that I have a serious aversion to the "downs."
SO...after much prayer (wailing, and gnashing of teeth!) Dennis and I have agreed that it's time for me to hit the books in February to "refresh" my nursing license. I still can't believe I'm doing this. It feels very weird to think about looking for a (hopefully part-time) job after being home for almost nine years (my resume comes to an abrupt halt with my pregnancy with Annie-7)!
The last time I went on a job interview (back in the olden days), I was dressed to the nines and had confidence to spare. Now, I don't even know what people wear to interviews, and it will be all I can do to get out the door without having someone's breakfast on my suit. My, how times have changed.
But there are seasons for everything, the kids are at a good age, and this is one whose time has apparently come.
The kids are excited for me. It's funny, because it's almost like they never considered that their mom might have some "skills." Hahaha. They're rusty, but they're there.
Sometimes I forget that I worked part-time for the first seven years of being a parent. It was hard, but we did it. I cried my eyes out with guilt over it, too, and darn it, THE KIDS DON'T EVEN REMEMBER IT!
And I am so thankful I've been able to be home full-time as long as I have. God provided for us amazingly. And He still is providing, just in a different way. I used to think if I ever "fancied" going to work again, I'd go back to school (at my leisure, of course) and become a landscape architect or, at the very least, a professional garden appreciater (or is it appreciator?).
But, as it turns out, "fancy" has little to do with it! Nursing is not glamorous, but it IS recession-proof and family-friendly, which (being the practical people that we are in this uncertain economy) are the deciding factors in our book. I am planning to work in the newborn nursery or special care nursery (no more adults for me!), so -- since I don't get to hug on all YOUR babies each week -- I'm excited to be have an excuse to get my "baby fix" each week!
When I'm not dreading it, I'm really looking forward to this new adventure! I know there are going to be opportunities to touch lives I wouldn't otherwise come in contact with (and did I mention, I love babies?). Even so, I suppose it would be too much to ask not to have mixed emotions. I won't even get to touch my little patients until April, so hopefully by then it will still seem like as good of an idea as it does now, and I won't chicken out. As with most things, I know once I get out the door, I will enjoy it. It's just getting out the door...
I'll keep you posted as we move forward in this next season of our family life. There's a certain amount of "mourning" that goes on with even good changes - I've been feeling that for about a year now. I know the kids will feel it, too, over the next few of months, as we adjust to our new "normal."
But kids are more resilient than we give them credit for, and I believe this whole experience - pulling together in tough times - is going to be a good thing for our family. I'm hopeful.
She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.