She’s in 5th grade. He’s in 3rd. Mom began with homeschooling. Then she put kids in public ed so she could finish her degree. Now she’s working full-time and coming home around 6:30 to 7:00pm every night.
I asked the kids how school was one day, and then I said, “Would you rather be at home or at school?” My girls, hands down, would rather be at home. This 3rd grade boy said, “Well, when I’m at home, I’m alone, so I guess I’d rather be at school.”
I saw an ad for a job position where they wanted someone to run the receptionist position AND care full-time for an infant (presumably the owner’s new baby). I thought that owner doesn’t have a clue how time-consuming a newborn baby is. And, if there was a choice between helping customers and taking care of baby, you know owner would want the customers helped first because, of course, baby could wait.
I’m not against women having college degrees or careers or jobs. I am against mom’s putting kids second to such things for whatever laundry list of reasons she comes up with.
I can remember my first born’s birth like it was at 5:05am just this morning. She reminds me often she will drive in a few years, and in just over five years, she will graduate from high school. I have 5 1/2 years left to care for her and nurture her and instill into her the values and integrity and skills she will need when she faces this big, hard world on her own. I would hate to hear her say one day, “I wish I’d been at school or somewhere else, because I was alone at home.”
I can’t get these days back. They are passing like lightening. Once they’re gone; they’re gone. My kids will be influenced by something and someone, somewhere. I want that to happen in our home, by their own family, as much as possible.