Back before Kyra graced us with her presence, I never imagined myself as a stay at home mother. I pictured myself permanently out in the workforce, earning a paycheck, making a name for myself in what ever tiny part of the world I chose to reside in.
Strait out of high school I was sure I was on my way to being an elementary school teacher. I thought little kids were cute, baby sat some wild little heathens and everyone usually ended the day alive and relatively happy. Any and all adults around told me I was a perfect teacher in the making.
Freshman year, I had one semester long class that landed me right in the center of a middle school math class as a tutor for a few of the struggling, hoodlum brats... my wanting, will and desire to teach had lost it's luster.
Sophomore year, my major was quickly switched to physical therapy. I figured I had spent enough time nursing sprained ankles, chin splints and an achy knee from cheering for 12 years I could at least sympathise with my patients.
The semester before I married Jeremy I took a film editing class and was hooked. I loved it. I was very, very bad at the short 5 minute movies I made, but I had a blast making them. After briefly considering another major change, I tossed the idea in favor of eloping with my Love and taking a few semesters off.
Since then I've completed two psychology classes (which. I. loved.) and two EMT Basic classes (in two different states) and I passed them all. With the EMT class I went as far as took the piratical (hands on) exam and flew through the stations with flying colors. When all I had left to do was take a written exam to secure my license I flaked. I didn't even attempt it because I wasn't sure I was totally committed to being an EMT for the rest of my life.
With all that being said, I like my current job. Stay at home mom to a 2 year old who's greatest idea of fun all day long is to mimic every. single. word I say or action I make. For all the days Jeremy comes home to a wife running, screaming "she's your child I need a break!" as I run past him through the front door, there are 10 more days that I wouldn't want to let anyone else experience these moments but me.
Had someone asked me 8 years ago if I saw my career path leading strait to Stay at Home Mother, early stages of Soccer Mom, and future PTA member I might very well have laughed in your face. Today, there's no other career I'd rather have and no where else I'd rather be.
How did you see yourself when you graduated high school. Is it where you are today?