This past week has been emotional. Summer came to a close. Fears and unknowns of what junior high would bring for my oldest sinking in. Reality hitting me when we walked his schedule Monday and found his locker. Younger Miles telling me repeatedly how proud he is of Finn going into Jr. High and how great it is that he has his own locker. Always admiring and looking up to his big brother. Then the icing on the cake was when Finn gently touched my leg this morning to wake me (just minutes before my alarm was set to go off)..."mom, I just wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready before we have to leave." His hair styled, teeth brushed, uniform on, smelled good...oh my heart, how the tables have turned. I went out to the kitchen to make his breakfast only to find he already had. I got dressed and ready as I could sense his excitement for the day and it hit...as it continues to do...he's one step closer to leaving me. Hot tears stream my cheeks as I try to a
My life has been an assortment of careers. I graduated from college certified to teach with a Math major & Science minor. I taught one year. Barely...I wanted so badly to leave during Christmas break but I didn't want to let my principal down, my students down...or screw up my resume. I went back to my college career counselor and asked what else I could do with my education. Actuarial Analyst was my next job title. Loved the work there...but longed for something that didn't have me in a cubicle for 9 hours a day with an hour commute (in good traffic)...each way. Went back to school and got my real estate license. Sold real estate independently and for a builder. When I moved back to Ohio (from CO) to date my now husband, I went to work for my dad at his travel agency. Working with large incentive groups was my focus and it was a nice change and close to home. When I got pregnant, I wanted nothing more than to be able to be home and/or work from home. People