My Dream Job

When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a teacher.

When I was seven my dad brought home a giant chalk board from his office and set it up in what was formerly our basement but at that moment it was transformed into Miss Smith's personal classroom. I would go down the stairs to the basement, ahem classroom, put on a dress out of my box of dress up clothes (which happened to be my mom's old prom dresses so I was one FANCY teacher) and I would get to teaching my imaginary students.

Sometimes my little sister would sit in as a student but it never went well because she was not as obedient as my imaginary students and I did not want her bad behavior bringing down my class.

My dream of being a teacher lasted many years. I come from a long line of teachers in my family so it probably just seemed very natural to me.

I don't remember when that dream began to fade but it was sometime during high school. I graduated high school not knowing what I wanted to do when I "grew up" and ended up switching my major seven times in college.  One of those seven majors was education but I eventually ended up getting a degree in mass communication.

I graduated college and my dream job had changed. Becoming a teacher was just a distant memory, I now wanted so badly to work on my college campus. I had been a student worker there for almost all of my time as a student and knew that THIS was where I wanted to work. I was notified of a job opening and I nervously filled out my application, wrote my cover letter, and prayed for an interview.

I remember talking to a friend about how this was my DREAM job and she sort of chuckled. Looking back I realize that it does seem silly that such a small position at a campus could be anybody's dream job, but it was mine. I loved my campus and dreamed of what I could do in that position.

One interview later the job was mine, which lead to many years on a campus I love.  During my time on campus I have had a couple of job position changes, changed offices, made many friendships, learned so much and made memories that I will keep forever.

And then once again my dream job changed.

My heart went from a young girl longing to teach a room full of students, to a girl who didn't really know what she wanted to do, but then found her passion and focus on a college campus all the way to a woman whose heart longs and desires to be home with her baby boy.

I have loved {almost} every single second of my past year and a half working part time. I was offered a position that was a complete and total answer to our prayers at the time. We couldn't live on one salary, yet I couldn't fathom going back to work full time, so we prayed for an answer, and I was offered a part time job at the place I already loved. It was perfect.

And it has been perfect; I have amazing work office, fun co-workers, a busy work schedule and a dedicated and loving babysitter It has been truly the perfect setup. But something still tugged at my heart. Yes, I had an amazing setup that I NEVER took for-granted, but my dream had changed, and now I wanted to be home full time.

So after much prayer, discussion, debating, weighing pros and cons and prayer, Luke and I together decided the best move for our family was for me to leave one dream job to begin another. So in November I will officially become a full time stay at home mom. Thus fulfilling another dream job in my life.

Leaving one job does not come without some tears, and a sadness to leave a community that I have come to love, but I know that I am making the right choice. I am filled with peace about my decision. I am excited and thankful to begin my new journey.

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