When I grow up

  Everyone wants to know, what am I going to do now? This stay at home mom gig has certainly ended in some ways and in others, it hasn't changed at all. They are still demanding dinner every night, no matter how I reason that greater men have lived off cold cereal. I am presently using every spare minute to pray my guys are safe at school, go grocery shopping, pay bills, Craigslist all the junk in our garage, and catch up with friends. The future is not so clear. Maybe I will take some classes? Or maybe a job with just the right balance will come up? Right now I am having faith that the skills I've built in the last 15 years will be the perfect resume for the next 15 years. One goal I have is to draft a resume. I want to wrap words around all the late night rocking, boo-boo caring, snack mom-ing, car pooling, and Power Rangers watching days that I dedicated my twenties to.

  I guess at some level I always knew I was working myself out of a job. A more diligent woman would have held on to career goals and networking and all that. I just couldn't hold both. It was easier for me to live lean than to stay working outside the house. Now it feels empty in the house by myself. I think it's going to be the good kind of empty, though. The fresh start kind. And I know am being a bit dramatic. There is all the time they are not in school and Collin is only 8. (pretty sure that sweet boy is going to live with me forever)

  I am currently reading Anne Lamott and found this gem;

“When God is going to do something wonderful, He or She always starts with a hardship; when God is going to do something amazing, He or She starts with an impossibility. ”

― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

    Timely, right? The same impossibility of me morphing into a soccer mom at 18 is at work now. The very same. He/She does good work with my mess. Cheers to dwelling in the possibilities!