Isn’t it Ironic

My college boyfriend was the second of four children. His mother had been a stay at home mom until the youngest one was in school, and my boyfriend occasionally made comments about what a great job I would do staying home with our future children. However, I did not see it that way at all. Yes, I loved kids, but my goal was to become an elementary school teacher, and I did not plan to quit my job to stay home and take care of babies. This was not the main reason why our relationship failed, but it was definitely a spoke in the wheel.

I’m sure you can imagine where this is going…

Fast forward almost 10 years to approximately 11:35 this morning when I walked to our mailbox with my letter of resignation. After lots and lots and lots of consideration, I reached the conclusion that resigning from my teaching job is what is best for our family. And even better than that, is knowing that being at home with Tiny and Buba is honestly and truly where I want to be right now.

I know it’s not forever. I will get back into teaching within the next three to five years. And yes, it will take some work to keep up my certification and to go through the job hunting/interviewing process again. But I love my role as a stay at home mom, and I’m just not ready to give it up yet. I will continue to do some private tutoring and know that that will help to keep my head in the world of education so I won’t feel as if I’ve been completely out of the loop when I decide to reenter the field.

Just a few days ago, the thought of writing my resignation letter, made my stomach turn and brought tears to my eyes. Thanks so much to the readers who left supportive comments, as well as friends who helped me tease out my irrelevant issues through emails and phone conversations. It was a hard decision to make, but I know it is the right one.