marked an important anniversary for me. February 5th, 2008 was the day I made the decision to quit my job and stay at home with the midget.
I loved my job! I made a handsome salary. I enjoyed dealing with customers (most of them, anyway). I had a handpicked team that did their jobs well. I was constantly challenged. I was an officer of one of the country's largest banks. I had made great friends at my company and was well respected by colleagues. I had made amazing connections with senior managers in a very large bank. And to toot my own horn, I was pretty damned good at my job.
I was not the kind of mom I'd always wanted to be. Midget was spending 11 hours in daycare Monday-Friday. I could only sneak in one pumping session a day, if I was lucky, and I wouldn't be able to continue doing that much longer. When I was at work, all I could think about was how I was neglecting my daughter. When I was at home, all I could think about was how much stuff I had to do at work.
I remember how terrified I was when we first starting talking about me staying at home. Terrified I would go stir-crazy at home. Terrified I wouldn't have any friends. Terrified we were going to be broke. Terrified that I was going to be the one cleaning the house, not the cleaning lady. Terrified that my life was never going to be the same.
I look at my daughter every day and thank the Lord for blessing me with her presence; for allowing me to be her teacher; for bringing my husband and I together to create such a perfect little miracle; for giving us the wisdom to make the right decision about me working.
Here's one shot from each month that I would have missed.