Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Its Back to Work I Go

Wednesday, March 30, 2016 3 Comments A+ a-

On March 25, 2010, I submitted my resignation to become a stay-at-home mom. Then on March 25, 2016, exactly six years later and one job offer later, I completed new employee paperwork. And to make it even more ironic, I’m returning to the same place I worked for eleven years. 


In early March, in the midst of a social media fast,I randomly checked my FB account.  (Truth be told, I clicked on the link accidentally.)  I noticed a message from a former coworker of mine, saying she wanted to run something by me and asked if I could give her a call. Intrigued, I gave her a call and we discussed some issues that the department was having, and she wondered if I’d be open to coming back to work, on a temporary, part-time basis. What she needed involved a couple of different hats: graphic design, public relations, marketing, and web development. In a nutshell, it was the job of my dreams! 

Jon and I spent the next three weeks discussing this opportunity. We sought counsel from family and friends, we prayed about it, we had family meetings, and essentially, everything was coming back in the affirmative. The kids were on board as long as I could drop them off at school and pick them up, and with the flexibility that I’m being given, will allow for that. Jon is thrilled that I’m getting the opportunity and I feel so supported in saying yes. 

Six years ago, I said that it felt like God was strategically moving around chess pieces so that I could quit my job to stay-at-home with little ones. And before I ever received a FB message, I told Jon that the things that were taking place in our own lives and at his job felt eerily similar to 2010. Weeks later and I find myself still amazed at this new direction He’s taking us.


I start work on Monday, and I’m nervous and terrified, and so, so excited. Six years is a long time to be out of the workforce, and truth be told, we had no plans for me to go back to work any time soon. The Lord knew it would have to be the perfect job and opportunity, and He provided it. Even the details for childcare have fallen seamlessly into place. We feel so fortunate to have family and friends who love my children as much as they do. 

But please, please keep us in your thoughts and prayers during these next few weeks. As exciting as this is, I know there’s going to be a transition period and there will be a few bumps to iron out. I asked Hudson the other day if he had any concerns about me returning to work, and his reply left a goofy grin on my face. “Nah, as long as you still pick me from school, I don’t care. Oh, and as long as you have fun too.” Kid, I couldn’t have said it better myself.

New Season, New Changes

Sunday, March 13, 2016 3 Comments A+ a-

I blinked.

I don’t remember blinking, but I must have.  Life was going along smoothly, well as smoothly as is possible with four children.  We’d hit a stride, settled into a nice routine of school, homework, food, sleep… repeat.  School breaks and summers were laidback and restful, no longer a slave to scheduled feedings, naps, or diaper changes.  It was a beautiful thing, and I’ll always remember those short years with fondness.

Because I blinked, and I suddenly find my life and the lives of the Littles in a rapid, fast-forward acceleration.  

My oldest, my baby, the one who made me a mom, has grown into a full-blown teenager, complete with teenage angst and hormones.  We registered her for middle school, had THE talk (several times and all to her horror and dismay), she chose the viola for orchestra next year, and has joined a local, competitive swim team.  I want nothing more than to ask to be let off this crazy ride, because I truly don’t remember giving anyone permission to grow up.
Reagan’s soccer team begin practicing next week, and Hudson’s football team begins practices the week after that.  Ashlynn registered for kindergarten and received an award from her preschool teacher, all in the same week.  Reagan and Hudson participated in a photo shoot for a friend’s company, and then we discovered that Ashlynn needs to have her tonsils and adenoids removed due to sleep apnea.  Oy vey.

I’m looking at the family calendar and as I process the color coded appointments, sports practices and games, as I coordinate carpooling with friends and make lists of things to buy and do, and somehow try to squeeze in time to breathe, I realize that we’ve entered a new season of life.  I can dread it and drag my feet, kicking and screaming, refusing to let go of my grasp on a season that’s slipping through my fingers anyway… or I can embrace it.  And while I know this new season will have its hard stuff (hello crazy schedules!), I am also relishing grownup conversations with maturing children and investing in their passions and strengths.  I’m watching sibling relationships grow closer, I’m experiencing a little more freedom as I allow Devyn to babysit during short errands.  And if I truly believe in giving our children wings and roots, then we’re coming up on some formative years as they start testing those wings.

This new season also proves that every time I think I have this parenting thing figured out, life decides to shake it up a little.  Every. single. time.