Today I am thankful for my job. I am so blessed to get paid (though admittedly not much) to do what I love. I work at a daycare in a Christian school with infants & toddlers, and I love every minute of it.
Most of my adulthood was spent working in the insurance and finance fields. The first “real” job I was able to get was at an insurance company, and if you want to increase your salary, well, once you have experience in a field you’re pretty much stuck there. After my third child was born my wonderful bosses let me work a 4 day week, but I was still commuting at least half an hour each way, making my days with daycare drop off and pick ups a good 11 hours without seeing my girls. I also grew quite disillusioned with my work. I then worked for a “higher end” insurance/investment company, and I was tired of trying to care about helping rich people make more money. I was also unhappy with my work situation where I was suddenly working for 3 people, one of whom was demeaning, dishonest, verbally abusive and really a pretty scary person to work for.
One night I was holding A, who was not quite a year old, rocking her to sleep and not thinking about anything. I clearly heard God say (in my mind), “you know what you want, you just have to ask for it”. I knew he meant my work situation, so I prayed for a local part time job with decent pay in a field where I would actually be helping people who really needed it. Within a month I had an interview for a job working in registration at the emergency department of the hospital less than 10 minutes from my house. I got the job, and I was ecstatic! I loved my job at the hospital for many reasons…it was challenging and fulfilling and I had amazing coworkers. After almost a year, though, due to staffing issues I was working far many more hours than I had signed on for, at a very unpredictable, crazy schedule…this was too much for M, my daughter with Asperger’s. During this time she started talking about wanting to die, and the downward spiral of behavior problems and meltdowns started. I also longed to work in my field, but did not think I had enough education yet. (I am attending college part time, slowly but surely working toward a Bachelors, then Masters, in Early Childhood Special Education.)
Through a somewhat funny coincidence I discovered that I could in fact work in a childcare and was invitied to apply, interview, and hang out at a daycare my oldest daughter had attended during preK-3rd grade to see if I thought it would be a good fit. After the first visit I was hooked…I loved the kids already & felt like I knew this is what I was meant to do, what God made me to do. I am so glad I found this job, it is a dream come true to work part time (I get to drop my girls off-the older 2 go to 2 different schools, Amelia goes to preK where I work-and pick them up every day), work with amazing kids who I love very almost like my own, and potentially make a real difference in their lives. I am so thankful for my job, every day!