Today marks the end to a very cherished period of my life, the value of which I will never precisely put into words. Almost exactly eight years ago to the day, Jason and I arrived in Vermont, ready to make our life here and start on two pretty grand new adventures: the arrival of baby Jackson and a brand new career for Jason. Ever since that day, I have spent every waking moment of my life putting my children first, building a life for them that was happy, healthy, well-rounded, exciting, safe, and loved. I created this blog to document all the little details I knew would escape me as I got older, and as a place to share my photos. From it grew my photography business, which kept me up late and busy on weekends, but every weekday from then to now has been about me and my three amazing kids.
This period isn’t about to end, not exactly, but the period of my life as exclusively a stay-at-home mom is. I have always missed being a teacher, even while I knew that the three most important students I would ever have were right here in my home, and that providing them with a strong love of learning and school and books was the greatest foundation I could ever give. Now, however, when Hannah is heading to preschool in the fall and my days at home with kids would be decreasing every year, I felt it was time to think about myself, and my career, again. I am an awesome stay-at-home mom, but I’m pretty lousy at the domestic side that comes as a stay-at-home wife. I don’t like (and also basically can’t) cook, and I have no interest in learning. I have two degrees that are collecting dust in my storage unit, and it’s about time to dust them off. So when the opportunity arose to apply for a job as the librarian at my kids’ school, I jumped at the chance, even though it means going back to grad school and the end to my days home with my babies. And (alas!) an end to this blog, which I think will bookend nicely, starting with the days awaiting becoming a mom up to the final days at home with my kids. Because even though I have loved being home with them more than they will ever know, and am so incredibly grateful to Jason for making the sacrifices necessary to make that happen, I have a need to be more than this. My girls need to see me in the workplace, need to know that not only am I fun and loving, I am also educated, brave, and smart. They all need to see me following my dreams and working hard to achieve them. And they get to see me, literally, once a week (if not more!) at the library at school! I get to continue teaching my own kids, and get back to teaching others’, in one of my favorite places in the entire universe–the library. The manner in which the stars aligned for all of this to work out is astounding, and again, I am thrilled it worked out so well.
But….there’s one thing that I forgot to mention. My baby, my girl. My last little one, Hannah, will not get her full allotment of time at home with Mommy, and even though I know all of the zillion great reasons why it’s okay for her to be in preschool (She’ll be three and a half! We love her teachers! She’ll be in the same building as me in the afternoon! She’s ready!) my heart does ache a little thinking that today is literally the very last full day that I will spend home with my baby, ever. After tomorrow the two biggest wild things will descend upon our house for summer vacation, and this blessed time for just us two will be over. I had more than most and those days meant more than I ever dreamed possible. They taught me how to be a mom, and how to love these little people and show them that nothing matters more to me than them, no matter what. I would only have taken a job if it meant I could still be supremely involved in their daily lives, but the small, quiet, comfortable, moments of my everyday life with them as babies is over. Tomorrow is the last day of school and I am helping out at field day, then Jackson and Emmy will be home for the summer. Today is my last day at home with my girl, just me and her, and after the summer, life as we know it will have changed. All of this is for the very good, but I cannot believe that this time in my life is done. It makes me want to run upstairs and go snuggle Hannah as she naps, and just breathe in every precious reason that she is her.
So you know what? That’s what I’m going to go do.