I’ve been a stay at home Mom for the last 18 years. E and I made the decision together that I would stay at home as soon as we found out I was pregnant with Landon. It’s been the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. I had the blessing of being the one to change my children’s diapers, to feed them, watch them grow, rock them to sleep, hear their first words, encourage them to walk and then watch in delight as they not only walked but eventually ran. I was there, front row.
I was the one who taught Landon to read when I had to home school him for a few years while we were working out diagnoses. It’s still hard to wrap my head around that. I taught him to READ, y’all. I take great pleasure in sharing his love of everything Super Hero and Harry Potter. I love our debates over who would win in a fight: Batman or Superman. I guess we’ll find out next spring when the movie comes out.
I made up a special bedtime song for Gracie when she was a baby that to this day only she and I know. I took such joy in dressing her up in frilly things and putting bows in her hair. I take great joy now in sharing my favorite bands with her, taking her to concerts with me, and watching my all time favorite movies together. It makes me so happy that we have the same sense of humor. I always look forward to giving her advice (when asked) because she’s usually surprised by what I tell her.
I cherish the time I’ve had with my kids that so many other mothers don’t have the privilege to have. I’ve been on call 24/7 for the last 18 years. I’ve been Room Mom, I’ve served on the PTA, I’ve been to every concert, pee wee cheerleading practice and games, parades, just about every Special Olympics event, art show, open house, teacher meetings, school pick up and drop off. All of it. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
But I will go back to school in just a few weeks, plowing through as fast as I can to finish my teaching degree. It’s time. My kids are growing up and so must I. It’s time to figure out what I want to be when I grow up and do it.
I’m scared shitless, to be honest. I’m scared of failure. I’m scared of the work involved. I’m scared I won’t be able to have fun for a while. I’m scared that my schedule will be out of my control. Mostly, though, I’m scared of the Algebra. Hopefully, living with an engineer and a National Honor Society student will help in that area. Fingers crossed.
So as everyone is making New Year’s Resolutions, I again vow not to make any. I’m sticking to my story from last year and just vowing to do better.
And learn to walk. For myself this time.
All my love and Happy New Year, y’all.