It's happening. It's really, really happening and I'm freaking out. It had to happen at some point and that point is now. I'm about to spend a few days a week with adults. It means adult conversations, using my brain for work and no dried Play-doh or Itsy Bitsy Spiders for several hours. And it all kind of happened without me knowing it was happening. Let me explain...
I went to an interpreting job and, long story short, the student liked me. I went back the next week. She asked if I would be her interpreter for the spring semester. I was excited to be offered this opportunity, but I didn't know if I could make it work. The three sitters I had previously used were not available for the hours I needed.
Out of the blue a woman who I had worked with in Chicago told me her daughter was moving to Boston and looking for childcare work.
Hmmmm....this just might work!
As I was talking with the daughter about potentially being my new sitter I got offered a bunch of interpreting hours by another student.
All of a sudden I had offers for several days of work and a sitter. I also had a role in a show this spring that was booked long ago, a job interpreting a show in May and another job to interpret a show that just popped up a couple weeks ago.
I grabbed work. I booked the sitter. I was so excited for all of this to happen.
And now it's happening. Change -- even change you want -- can be scary.
I have been the primary caregiver to my boys since birth. We have had sitters over the last few years, but I have always felt like I was there more often than not. Now things are drastically changing: they are at school a few hours a day, a sitter will pick them up from school three days a week, I won't be making them lunch every day, and some nights I won't get to tuck them into bed. I know it's good for me. It's a big step to getting back a part of me that was lost for a long time. I know it's good for them. Their world is expanding beyond their parents. The sitter is great and Jeff is in love with her even though he's known her for about 4 hours. But it's still hard. Someone told me, "You'll love the change. After a few weeks of being out of the house you'll adjust and enjoy work and home more." I believe it...but it doesn't make this transition easy.
Lord help me the day they leave for college. Just a warning, folks, clear your schedule for the fall of 2030. I'm going to needs lots of support -- and chocolate.