Once upon a time, I was a committed professional woman with a successful career in a growing ad-based publishing firm.
Then, I got a house, got married, finished my degree, had two kids, and realized that I had spent nine years working toward something I really didn’t want. The nice office with the skyline view? The annual pay raise? Bonuses, event tickets, flexible hours? Who needs it?
I know. I’ve totally lost my mind.
The cost of decent child care in our city is ridiculous – in that it is nowhere near as high as it should be, but still FAR exceeds what many can justify paying. My job was eating up hours and hours of family time. My daughter would cry every time I opened my lap top. My pregnancy with my son was the opposite of fun. It was time to stop.
In 2008, I opened a private dayhome. I now spend each day with my own kids, and a few extras. Their energy thrills me. Their learning drives me. The joyful chaos of running feet, and shrieking laughter, and spontaneous hugs, and riotous adventure, fills my life to overflowing.
My crew tests me endlessly, and makes me a better person every day. They’ve inspired me to continue learning; I added “graduate student” to my CV in fall 2010. (‘Cause, you know, I wasn’t busy enough, already….)
I started blogging seven years ago when I was pregnant with my daughter and needed to share that journey with our extended family. How incredibly comic that I thought, once she was born, our journey would end.
Thanks so much for coming along for the ride!