When I had CK last year, I knew it wasn't feasible financially for me to stay home with her (it still isn't). I had just started a new job, I had only been out of college a couple of years, and we just couldn't afford it. It broke my heart. I would miss her first word, her crawling for the first time, and even those treasured first steps. God really took care of me over the past year. I didn't miss any of those special firsts, and he gave me the blessing of getting to be other kid's "mom,"and I am so thankful.
Around Christmastime, I started worrying about next year. Would I have to miss any more of CK's one and only childhood? While I got to be a part of a big portion of her day, the older she got, the more I felt she knew I wasn't around. It made my heart sad. While there really is no way we can afford to live on one income, the hubby and I prayed about it, and both of us know I need to be here with her.
I quit my job on Thursday. I can't tell you how unbelievably sad it made me to think I would not be teaching next year. I LOVE my principal, the people I work with, and even the kids (most of the time). I can't believe it's over. The past two years have been awesome and it's hard to put into words the gratitude and appreciation I feel to have had someone entrust me with the privilege of teaching.
As I drove off crying, I knew I would miss Madison, and even now I second guess myself and wonder if we made the right decision.
So how do you make it on one income, with no job covered health insurance, $4 a gallon gas, and a hungry babe?
We just pray and believe that the Lord will provide.
God has taken care of us this far, and he doesn't take days off.
I figure we'll be alright.
And instead of teaching sentence structure, I'll be cleaning up after this little corn cob head. I can't wait to play and hear her sweet voice sing "ashes, ashes DOWN" all day!