Wednesday, February 20, 2008

On Purpose?

It's that time of year again. Time to send the letter to the bishop requesting another year of Family Leave. July will mark two full years of leave and, yes, I'll be asking for a third. As far as I can tell right now, I'll also be requesting a fourth and a fifth. Shoot, I might even request an extension when the time comes.

The decision for one of us to stay home with our children was a no-brainer for Jay and me. Both of our moms stayed home with us and we never even considered anything else. When Joshua was born and I was working a job that provided our housing and health insurance, Jay was the primary caregiver. When he was offered a job that allowed us to be close to my family, I quit my job and became the primary caregiver in our home.

The switch to one income has been a greater challenge than I think either of us anticipated. Even when Jay was in school we still made enough to splurge on dining out, fun vacations, and plenty of impulse buys. But the decision forgo some of the things we used to take for granted is as much of a no-brainer as the decision to keep one of us at home.

What never ceases to amaze is that some folks think that my decision to stay home is just a phase, something I'll get tired of soon enough. I think they fully expect me to run screaming from my home one day, begging for someone--anyone--to give me a job just so I'll have an excuse to get out of the house. The truth is that, during the several budget meetings between Jay and I when we've discussed whether or not I'm going to have to go back to work in order to make ends meet, I've been reduced to tears. Very little is more traumatizing to me right now than the thought of turning over the daily care of my children to someone else. So here I am, for as long as I need to be.

And if I needed any more motivation, my mom was good enough to send me a link to this article.

Thanks mom!


Jenny said...

Ditto. Ditto. Ditto.
Even after last week. :)

Mom said...

Your welcome.

Mom said...

Oops! Too long as a SAHM or old brain cells. You're welcome.