Wait for it…
Today was probably the best transition back to school that
we have ever had. I cannot begin to describe
the voluminous amount of work the kids accomplished, and somewhere between
directing traffic from one computer to another, listening to the sound of the
piano, holding Ian in my lap on the kitchen floor as he read, and the smell of
fresh, homemade bread baking; I was really happy.
Insert cheesy (pun intended) picture of the day here:
Very Tasty Homemade Cheesy, Garlic Bread
(I also made white bread and pumpkin bread today!)
If you just took a look at my life for the past five months,
you might not imagine that I love
being a wife and mom. Since graduation,
I have been in the midst of an almost all consuming (does that make it most consuming) cycle of job searches,
applications, and interviews. If one
more person implies that I have no experience or that I’m not qualified for a
position, just because I chose to stay
home and raise my children and to spend my entire adult life volunteering to help people who no one
else wants to be near, they are probably going to see the not so Christian side
of me. But the truth is; I really don’t
want a job… I mean, another job… (I wouldn’t mind, however, if someone wanted
to pay me for the roles I currently play).
Oh yeah, I was going to confess…
I sat down briefly, today, at my laptop; checked my e-mail;
checked Facebook; and suddenly (and rather silently, since Miah repeats
absolutely everything now and we cannot get the word, “stupid,” out of her
vocabulary) let out an, “Oh, crap!” This
was when the realization dawned that the kids aren’t the only ones who have to
go back to school today. My class
starts, too…
And this is my confession.
I’m in Grad. School… have been since August.
I have kept relatively quiet about it to this point, because
I just didn’t want to have to “answer” to anyone for this decision. To be honest, I’ve probably bitten off more
than I can chew, but I do enjoy
learning, I’m extremely comfortable in academia, and it’s always nice to rack
up another straight A semester. But I’m worn
out, and if I didn’t feel as if I had
to stay in school, I probably would have at least taken a break (my first day
of class was two days after graduation).
Don’t get me wrong. I love the
program - I am a theology major at N.N.U.
How I ended up there is probably a story for another time – but I’m not
particularly looking forward to the 2:00am bedtime… especially with the alarm
set for 6:00.
Staying in school keeps the financial aid rolling and
postpones the inevitable school loan payments.
In many ways, it is an answer to the prayer, “Give us today our daily
bread” (Matthew 6:11), and that’s an interesting concept, since I was baking
bread, today, when it started rolling around in my head. Of course, I could be taking my Scripture out
of context, because when I told Ian that, “Man does not live on bread alone,”
in an attempt to get him to finish his dinner, Grace reminded me, quickly, that
man also does not live on chicken…
L.
