I was listening to the Dennis Prager Show this afternoon, and his guest was a doctor who has written a book on the how an enormous number of women are eschewing secular careers in favor of motherhood. I called to comment and actually spoke with Mr. Prager. I stated that I had received 100% support from family and like-minded (read: conservative) friends regarding our decision to have me stay at home with Georgie, while more left-leaning people had suggested that I was “setting back the feminist movement” by giving up a career to raise my son. Others have said,”you’re so lucky that you can stay home!” Luck has absolutely nothing to do with it — it’s hard work and sacrifice and planning for the past seven years that make my staying home possible. We cut our income practically in half when I quit — that’s no easy feat, even though we’ve been living off of one income for over a year now. And the truth of the matter is, I will need to return to work part-time in order to save for our retirement. As far as college… well, he (and any future siblings) had better get scholarships and part-time jobs to save up for Tri-C! We’ll do what we can to help out, but we are not going to be able to foot the bill for higher education. Private schooling or homeschooling curriculae will be expensive enough.
It seems that a large percentage of companies are not willing to be flexible with the type of schedule a new mother needs. Now, my company was willing to let me cut down my hours (after they did the math, I’m sure they realized they would save big bucks and maintain full coverage by letting me work part-time) but driving out to the East side five days a week, four hours a day made no sense for us financially. I’m finding that my company was in the minority; many are tight-fisted with regards to flexible policies. I remember interviewing for a job back in 1995 and the interviewer asked me, “Off the record… do you plan on having children any time soon?” First, it was illegal to ask that, second, it was none of her business. But she didn’t want to hire and train someone that was going to quit within 2 years to have a kid.
Speaking of part-time jobs, I just had an interview with a local private library for a part-time evenings Help Desk position. I could imagine no better place to work than the library. Keep your fingers crossed for me!
17 weeks 5 days
I’ve enabled comments on the blog, so you can post your own little message if you’d like. (Of course, I reserve the right to delete anything that doesn’t gush over how cute Georgie is.)
My youngest sister got married last weekend, and we drove down for the wedding. It was really nice to see so many people that I haven’t seen in over 10 years… show off my husband and the baby. The wedding was beautiful, and Georgie did very well.
My mom probably never imagined that she would see three of her children married. I look at this picture of her sitting with Uncle Bob (who is holding me), and I think about that 21-year-old woman: cool shag haircut, groovy bell-bottom pants, new to motherhood, each day a challenge to her patience and the boundaries of love. She had yet to discover a wonderful new husband, and three more children, whom she would love differently, completely.
I thought of this the other day as I was putting the baby down for the night. I whispered to George, “I never thought I could ever love anyone more than I love you.” He smiled and said, “You don’t love him more than you love me — you just love him differently.” He’s right. I would lay down my life for this child, and George knows it — he’d do the same. (I’m glad he wasn’t offended.)
I saw a two-week-old baby at the store today, and was slightly surprised to find that other babies have been born since Georgie. It struck me that I’m caught up in my own little world. My mission in life is to feed, clothe, love and kiss this little boy as much as possible. I sometimes wonder for a split second if I will be able to love another child as much as I love this little one… and I know the answer is yes, there will be room in my heart for other babies. When I kiss his head after his bath, his hair slightly damp with the smell of soap and baby-ness, I close my eyes and say a prayer of thanks… I finally understand true love.
And it is a beautiful thing.
15 weeks 4 days
George will be 4 months old on Sunday — Mother’s Day. One year ago Mother’s Day I took a “good” pregnancy test and found out that we were going to have a baby. Mother’s Day will always have a special place in my heart because of that.
George (the larger, older one) bought me a fantastic digital camera for Mother’s Day/baby’s birth gift. As I have mentioned, I’m a geek and will get more use out of the camera than the diamond earrings. Check out Georgie’s photo album for some updated digital photos. And for everyone asking what color his eyes are… I think you’ll agree that they are B-L-U-E. No question.
And where does that goofy smile come from?
Anyone who wants a photo resized for their desktop wallpaper, I have a software program that will let me do that. Just e-mail me and I’ll hook you up.
I had to reload Windows last weekend and lost most of my address book… so please drop me a line so that I can add you to my contact list. And archive it this time ::grumble grumble::