Little known fact, I totally failed as a stay-at-home mom.
When my older daughter was born, I 150% wanted to stay home with her. I couldn’t imagine leaving her. I was dedicated to the cause.
The stars and moon properly aligned and I had the opportunity to stay home. That’s when our family relocated to the Myrtle Beach area and I couldn’t be happier. I have the happiest memories of waiting for our home to be built and living in a beachfront community. It was early fall when we were settling into the rental and my little bundle of joy and I would take daily walks to the beach, breathing in the free therapy the ocean air offers. It was beautiful.
When she was about 15 months old and I was six months pregnant I started to lose my mind a little. I’m not sure what changed, but I felt it. I wasn’t that great at being a stay-at-homer. I was craving something that was mine. There is no other way to describe it. I was in an odd predicament, though. No one would hire a woman heading into the final trimester of pregnancy, nor did I really want to leave the house. The joke was that I wanted a job, but it would have to fall into my lap.
Six months later, it did. It was ten hours a week from home on a mostly-flexible schedule. I failed at being a homemaker and full-time stay-at-home mom, but that admission led me down a path to where I am today. I cherish my history with a company I sincerely love. I treasure the friends it brought me. I’m grateful for the doors this failure have opened to me. I don’t believe in coincidences.
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