Saturday, August 14, 2010

Why I work...

I the church, few women with small children work outside the home when their children are small. I respect this choice and feel it is best for most families. But for me, and my family, things are different.... I work (part time- 3 days) for a couple of reasons.
1) I really love what I do. Every day, I make a real difference in the lives of people with disabilities. A unique difference, one that only I can do. Heavenly Father has planted in me the desire, and trained me up, to make a difference in the world.

2) But more than that, because I want B to have as much time as he possibly can with BOTH parents. I work 3 days and bring home 50% of my family's income. This allows Dave to pay himself only about 50-60% of what he's worth, so his business can grow. Because the financial demands of his family are more reasonable, he doesn't have to work 60-70 hours a week to grow his business meet our needs. Consequently, he spends more time with his family and our son than any man I know! He is available and loves to be with his family. Dave works 40-50 hours a week, but he adjusts his efforts, so that much of it is relaxed time (uploading stuff or making simple changes to his software) after B goes to bed. Taking a few extra hours, or an extra day, to be with his family is par for the course.

I grew up with a workaholic father... Driven by the desperate desire of a very young father to meet the unattainable needs of his family- until he finally cracked. I remember him getting up at 4 am, leaving at 5am, home at 6-7pm, too exhausted to function. Grumpy, tired, unrespected. Never knew or enjoyed his kids. But he worked his is butt off, every day.

I see lots of families where the mother is home, but the dad works 50, 60, 70 hours a week and/ or is gone for weeks on end. Not criticizing their choices.

But for us, the Best choice, is to give our children BOTH of their parents.... Happy, productive parents, who have time and energy to enjoy and treasure every moment, as much as possible.


I must admit, Motherhood bewilders me. You would think that after having had one baby (and numerous ultrasounds) that I would believe that there was actually a baby girl in my belly. But, to be honest, it's still a weird concept for me. Ok, so logically, I get it. And sure, there is definitely some tiny creature doing gymnastics in there. But really, truly, a baby girl... No way. It all seems so incredibly unreal.

I guess because there is a real disconnect between what my body is doing (H.F. is managing that job) and what I am doing... Donating "personal" space and raw materials for a good cause. It's obvious to me that I am not the one in charge of the project... Genetics, hormones, Heavenly Father... Ya. That's who's in charge here.

Me... I'm just doing my best to survive the experience without permanent damage. ;) (well, besides the usual, "your body will never, ever be the same" that goes along with every pregnancy.) I figure the best thing I can do to take care of her is to take care of myself. And get our life/ home ready (which is tough when you can't lift more than 10 lbs).

In the meantime, I just smile every time my little gymnast goes for another round of summersaults, knowing that she must be doing ok. So dearly excited that almost nothing else in this life matters... My family and my baby... That's all that matters.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

B is a Mac

B is definitely a Mac. Today he said:
Too bad Lego Harry Potter is a Windows game. If it were a Mac game, it would not be so slow.

Sunday, August 01, 2010


Today B was talking about the Neecians from Neecious Island. He made that one up on his own. I'm just impressed that he made the language correlation between a place and its people.