With my "Wildcat Blue" bag packed, I was ready to start off on this new adventure...a job.
Manic is the best way to describe how I felt before starting this job, ask anyone who I'm close with, they'll more than likely attest that I was the closest they've seen near crazy in a while. The chance to start over again is thrilling and terrifying...the chance to do something that I enjoy is indescribable. It's more than just a job, it's a job doing what I like to do, but never been paid.
To grasp the ability to understand that you are being given a chance in a world where you thought you knew what your roll would always be, possibly downplaying it as just what you do...as if being a mom wasn't really a job worth bragging about. The night I found out I was offered this job position, I thanked my kids. When they found out they cheered, hugged and high fived me. I was grateful for their support, probably needing it more than I really wanted to mention to them. After telling them thank you, Nora turned to me and said, "...mom, you make all of our wishes happen, now it's time to make your own wishes happen". To which Abe said, "...wow, Nora...that's deep".
The fact that I'm out of my house, well it's funny to me that I'm getting paid to enjoy it. I noticed after my first two weeks working, it's nice to actually have a name...and people use it. Hearing a child say mom, momma, mommy, MOM...being at work was like a break from reality. Sitting at a computer being slightly terrified about my lack of technical ability, being asked to do things that didn't entail making a meal, snack, cleaning a mess, or breaking up a fight...closely resembles paradise. The chance to do something that I have dreamt of doing at first made me worry, what if it didn't live up to the dream?
The women I work for and with are remarkable. Young, talented, creative, thoughtful, clever and dedicated are how I would describe them. While I am older than they are, they are no doubt teaching me more than they will ever know, besides literally teaching me how to everything else. I'm impressed by their passion for their job, and their understanding of the college we work for. They have seriously eased me into going back into the realm of the work force, and my gratitude to them is unfailing. I'm only hopeful that someday I can keep up with them.
My decision to go back to work always weighed on the notion that the right job will come along when it is time. I knew eventually, if I was patient something would come along. I seriously feel like it was an opportunity given to me that I couldn't pass up. I'm starting to realize that life sometimes gives you things to possibly reward where you've been. I have an ongoing joke with a wonderful friend that she and I are "shit creek" survivors. As if it were some actual destination that we stumbled into and we've slowly been trying to find out way out of it. I feel like the opportunities that I have today, I probably would never have been given if I hadn't had to wade through the creek a while to learn a few things out about myself and life.
Even though it's not how I planned my life to end up, I'm so glad I am where I am today. My silver linings, lucky for me are more visible now than ever. My friends-who've seen me through shit creek, thank you. You have given me the courage to keep going, your willingness to help me make this all work, and your love that I cherish. My kids, even if the pre-teen-terror has started- thank you for showing me who I can be, believing in who I am, and reminding me how grateful I am to be your mom. The fact of the matter is, sometimes you have to dare to dream...take the dare, and enjoy the adventure.
