Fortune 500 vs Stay At Home Mom

So, here I am. Where is that, you ask.  Well, I’m not sure. Actually, I am sure. At least I think I am. My marriage is over. My resume states that my only job for the last twenty odd years was taking care of my husband and my children. Well, I didn’t mean to say only. My career was fulfilling for the most part. I loved being a stay at home mom and wife. I was pleased with my career choice because I believed, with all of my heart, that I was helping to make a difference in the world.

Oh, not by running a Fortune 500 company or by discovering the cure for cancer, my job was better. My life was devoted to an attempt to make the world a better place by presenting four intelligent, capable and caring people to the population. I was proud because I knew that I never took the easy way out. I was confident in the fact that, given the information that I had at the time, I made good choices for my children’s well being. I felt fulfilled because of the fact that I had worked full time, trying to teach them right from wrong. I worked at teaching them honesty, strength of character, kindness, forgiveness, generosity, loyalty, sympathy, respect and about a strong work ethic.

It was my goal to have them reach adulthood without feeling entitled, superior or condescending to anyone for any reason. I worked to that end. However, I must admit that I did not succeed at everything that I set out to do. The jury is still out in several areas. I was never out to win a popularity contest with my children, quite the contrary. I had high expectations for each of them because I knew that they could own their futures with the right effort and direction. When they disappointed me, I told them.

I wanted them to have a depth of conscience that would guide them toward the correct paths in life. I revealed my frailties to them as I tried to help them to see their own. I was the police person who gave consequences. I was the protector who held them when they were afraid, sad or ill. I was on the sidelines screaming and whistling, as I watched them play their sports. I was the silly parent who used laugh uncontrollably at some of their antics.

I worried when they weren’t with me and often I worried when they were. So now, here I am. I am a stay at home mom, living in the quagmire of divorce. What now? Well, I am still the same person that I have always been. That means that I will stand tall, believe in myself and my abilities. I will put my best foot forward. This is not so very different from other difficulties that I have faced in my life. I am confident in the fact that I can and I will handle anything. Look out world! Here I come! Now it’s my turn!