It is strange how the perception others have of you is molded by a stitch in time. For example, my sons, they know me as Mom. I am the one who kisses boo boos, changes diapers, cooks, you know the drill. It is hard for them to imagine me in any other role. I am venturing back into the world of the working, and I was trying to explain the project I am working on to my son Jack. I am working with highly educated and experienced engineers (aerospace), to help them with leadership and communication skills. Jack looks at me completely confused and says..." So YOU are teaching Rocket Scientists???" like it was so beyond his comprehension that I could teach them anything. I quickly explained that yes, rocket science is out of my league....however, I do know a thing or two about how to communicate with people. It is hard for my kids to imagine me in any other role than Mom, the crafty lady, who helps at school, helps with their sports teams etc.... I am feeling like my going back to work will be good for them too. It will be healthy for them to see what a well rounded life partner looks like. How a wife can contribute to the family in different ways as life changes & grows. Hopefully I will model the balance act well. That is yet to be seen. I'll keep you posted.
I am helping to prepare a baby shower for a young woman at our church. She is young, just 22. Thinking about her, and what the future may hold for her and her little family, got me to thinking about life at 22. Much has changed for me since I was 22. That was really a difficult time. I didn't realize at the time that it was difficult. I had graduated from college, was having a post college, pre-real life, super good time. I was bar tending, partying, picking up and traveling to far away places to party some more. I didn't really have much in the way of financial responsibility yet, and my parents were living in Egypt-- leaving me in charge of the house and my younger sister. It was an "out all night, sleep all day", kind of life. To be honest, I was setting a pretty poor example for my sister, who at the time was working full-time at a nursing home, and was far more responsible than I was. Looking back at that time, and even later, till about age 25, it make...
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