I was raised by a single mother. She was young when I was born. For the first few years of my life she managed to work full time and attend college full time. My hat still goes off to her because I was completely overwhelmed by motherhood, but in the end she left college her senior year. There were many times she used her life and our struggles as a cautionary tale. She wanted more for me and believed with all her heart that I was a smart and capable.
I loved theatre, but I was told that would be a great hobby, it was too unstable for a profession. I should find an interest that would support me and should continue my education until I had reached the highest degree in the field. Her goal for me was to always be self sufficient. She believed education was the way to make that happen. Graduate School and Professional School were goals I had before I even really understood what they were.
My pursuit of the right path for me wasn’t exactly a straight line, but I am sure that is true for many. I did end up with Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees, and considered continuing on for a Doctorate. I still think about it sometimes. For a while my mother would ask when was I going back to school, because a Master’s degree was not the highest level.
Something happened in me when I received my infertility diagnosis. Something everyone else seemed to be able to do so easily, I could not. It really changed my perspective on a lot of things. I wasn’t sure about me being a mom, but I believed my husband would make a great father. It was heartbreaking. When we finally conceived my decisions about parenting and motherhood had changed to some extent and took on a whole new meaning I didn’t even understand. Fast forward many years and now I’m a stay-at-home HOMESCHOOLING mom. How on earth did THAT happen?
My husband and I never planned on living on one income. We had always been a two income pursuing your passions kind of couple. I wonder how much stress am I causing him? He’s finally in a job he loves after many stressful years in a job he hated, but it’s come with many sacrifices.
Our entire family of five is completely dependent on him and it seems like something is always going wrong. This is so far from our original plan and what my mother taught me. I know lots of my friends look at me differently. I don’t hear, “So when are you going back to work?” anymore, but there are jokes at times that don’t really feel like jokes, or reactions or comments. They won’t come out and say they think I’m crazy, but sometimes I feel it. Or maybe that’s just my paranoia.
The sad part is there are so many days I’m also looking at myself wondering too; How much money and time did I waste? What the world God? Am I making the right decisions? How do I know I really heard you? Are you sure it was me you were talking to? You know I could have misinterpreted what you said. Maybe I am just crazy? How do you know it’s time to give up the charade? I often feel like a fish out of water everywhere I turn. Who else feels like this? What AM I doing???