A little over two months ago, I wrote about two storms: one literal and the other emotional. I have already described how the literal storm impacted me, but I have not gotten around to explaining what became of the emotional storm.
A little over two months ago, I was asked to return to teaching. The school I taught for the year before our little man was born was in a bind. They needed a math teacher. I was flattered that they had thought of me, but I was not ready to return to the busyness of teaching. I said no. Then they asked again, this time offering to make it a part-time position. That piqued my interest. We began to pray for clarity.
As Robert and I discussed the option of me returning to work, we had some stipulations: we had to be very happy with the childcare, it had to make financial sense, it had to count toward retirement, and it could not interfere with nursing.
A good friend who is a stay-at-home mom to four pleasant and smart little boys agreed to keep our dear boy for the six hours a day that my new job would require. We trust her completely, and we like the example that her boys set for ours. It was a bonus that she lives just a couple of blocks away from our home.
The finances and retirement made sense. Even after paying for childcare and other work-related expenses, my part-time job will significantly shorten the amount of time it will take to pay off our house. That is our big financial goal right now, so we were both excited to have an opportunity to achieve it sooner than we had anticipated.
Lastly (and most amazingly), our baby boy weaned himself of his midmorning nursing session. He simply did not want it anymore. We took this as the final bit of clarity we needed.
Two months ago, I returned to teaching.
I am thankful for the opportunity to teach part-time. It is unusual for a public school teacher to have that chance unless they are going back to work after retiring. I am enjoying the adult interaction, the purpose of pouring into kids, the routine, and the ability to contribute to our household income. I also am glad to have a few hours at home with the little boy before his daddy comes home from work.
All in all, the past two months have been busy, but beautiful. I’m so privileged in so many ways. I pray that you feel privilege and beauty in your current season, too.