I got a job. I’ve been thinking about it for a
while, but not seriously until this past summer (2012). I didn’t know what I should do or where
I should look. I didn’t graduate
from college and I haven’t “had a job” in over 20 years. Being a stay at home mom was my job and
I loved it. As my kids got older
my job evolved, and it kept me quite busy. As Madison got older and had her surgeries my job was more
involved with her care; and recovery took quite a long time. Though I don’t think she ever
completely recovered after her heart surgery.
My days since Madison’s
passing have been filled with cleaning the house, running errands and bringing
Dallas where she needs to be. She
has numerous extra curricular obligations, which I often enjoy going to, like
plays and chorus concerts. While
these are all important things, they are mostly after school activities. During the day I found myself wallowing
in depression and too much in my own head. I am not an outgoing person, and am ordinarily reserved, but
I needed to do something to get out into the world more. It’s hard living in a new place where I
have no extended family and don’t want to impose on the few friends I have
made.
I have taken care of people
most of my life, my mother when she was ill, and my kids, so I had an idea of
either working with the elderly or the very young. I wasn’t sure how I would like either, but chose the very
young. There is a day care in the
front of my neighborhood so one day in August I called to see if they had an
opening. To my surprise they did,
and asked me to send a resume’.
Since I had not been in the work force for a long time they understood
my resume’ would be a bit short.
The center hired me for a part time position, which is what I wanted,
and I am happy to say I enjoy it.
I work with some very sweet and kind people; this job and meeting so
many nice people has been a blessing in my life. Also, it’s fun to be around 2 – 3 year olds 4 hours a
day. They are cute and sweet and
always greet me with a smile and a hug.
Who wouldn’t love that?
One of the reasons I chose to
work with kids is Madison. I think
it would have made her happy that I’m working with children. She loved little kids. The little ones didn’t judge her or
look at her funny, the way some adults or older children did. She would often catch people staring
and it always made her sad if they didn’t smile at her, but just turned
away. Little kids were most often
sweet and friendly toward her. Madison
used to say that when she got married she and her husband would adopt 5
kids. She had lists with boys and
girls names that she liked. She
also said they would live close to me so that I could help her take care of
them. I would have been so very
happy to oblige.
