I hate Mondays.
I hate having to go back to work. I wish I enjoyed my job more.
From the time I was 5 or 6, I wanted to be a teacher. That is all I wanted to do. However, I was told repeatedly during my childhood by someone that I highly respected (and looking back now, I’m not sure why I held her opinion so high) that I did not have the patience and would be a horrible teacher. I heard this message many, MANY times in my childhood. So I had a voice in my head (it was her voice) that kept telling me I would be horrible at it.
I graduated high school in 1982 and that year, in my state, there were so many teaching graduates and so few jobs. My high school counselor suggested I investigate other careers because of that.
I fell into computer programming. I had a couple classes in High School. I was good at it and it was easy (though it was on a Radio Shack TRS-80 – also called a TRASH 80 at the time). I picked it as a major in college just to declare one. Fell into a career at a local company (I’ve been there since 1986!). And now it is 22 years later and I just don’t feel fulfilled.
Granted, if I had not followed this path in life, I would not have the good friends I have now. Our paths would have never crossed. I would have never met my husband nor would I have my precious daughter. So I cannot honestly say I wish I never did this.
But I’m not fulfilled.
Last summer, my daughter’s preschool took several field trips. I finagled some vacation time and went on EVERY field trip. I so enjoyed the children. Not just my daughter – who, in fact, refused to sit with me on the bus (she wanted to sit with either a friend or a teacher) – but I enjoyed the interaction.
And contrary to what that person in my life told me, I have a lot of patience. More than I ever knew I had. I see it every day with my daughter and several people have commented on how much I do have with her.
I have it with my husband. He is unable to work due to a back injury and he is in constant pain. So many people have said to me that they don’t know how I deal with it. Some days I don’t know either but I stick with it.
Patience. I do have it.
And I had it when I was at the daycare for those days during the summer. The kids made me feel so good.
I feel too old to totally change jobs now and I could never make the money I make now (which somehow barely makes ends meet). But at 55 I can retire from my company with a pension. I would love to work at a daycare part time. I would so enjoy being an assistant. It’s under 12 years away….
On another note, how do you know you let your child watch too much NIKOLEDON this weekend? When out of the blue, on the way home, she asks if we are going to buy the Debbie Meyer Green bags – since they will keep our fruit longer and let the gases escape….