Monday, September 19, 2011

Putting it out there

I am going to put this out there, even though I know some people may judge me for it. I am OK with that, because I know I am coming from the right place. That is what matters to me.

The day after Matthew lost his old job a friend of ours called me with a job possibility. The job sounds really interesting and like something I would actually be really good at AND be able to use my degree with. Imagine that. It would be a great fit for us IF I was meant to go back to work. I am not going to go into too much detail on the position, but it really would be great if it was meant to be.

Right after that call Matthew and I both began praying for God’s Will in this situation. So that is key here, it is His will, not mine. Would I like to go back to work and contribute financially to our household? Sure. Do I really have a strong desire to leave the house and my 2 precious girls? That is tough. I have loved every single moment of my time together with them this past year. I would have a really hard time leaving them. Libby has only ever stayed with our pastor’s wife, that would be the hardest. Celie is old enough to get it. She would probably love staying somewhere a few hours every day, to be honest.

I know there are people that think you can only be “the best” parent if you stay home with your kids and I really disagree with that. I will leave it at that. I know that IF I do get the position, it was what God has planned for us. If I don’t get the position, I feel the same. It means that I was meant to stay at home with them longer. I don’t feel like I need to justify anything any further. I have prayed for God’s Will and that is what I will follow. The end. I will keep the blog world updated.

On to the girls. My word….

Celie had her first day of school last week! She LOVED it. She was so excited and ready to go. Matthew and I both dropped her off. It was nice that we were both able to be there. I actually DID take pictures of it, too. Her school is only 2 hours a week, but I think that is all I can handle. I had no idea I would cry when she walked in the door. It just snuck up on me. She had a good report from her teacher and is excited to go back this week.

I mentioned that we were going to do something special with her for her first day of school? We were supposed to go to see the lion king in 3D (no one in our family has ever seen a 3D movie before, oddly enough) but we just did not have enough time. Instead, she went and GOT HER EARS PIERCED!!!!!!! She was so brave. The ladies that did her ears said she was the best 3 year old they had ever had in their chair. She was very still, very calm, and did not shed a tear. I was really shocked. I thought she may back out once she saw what was going to happen. We told her every step of what would happen in great detail so I feel like at least she was prepared. Maybe that helped. She was so excited to help us pick out some new earrings that she can wear when we are allowed to change them (in 2 months). She feels so fancy with them. It was really important for me that she be the one to ask about getting them done. I don’t have a hang up on it being too mature for a little girl (I am not judging you if you do) I just wanted her to make the decision on her own. She went to Sissy’s house for the first time in months last week and a little girl there has her ears pierced. She could not stop asking for them after that. Oh, and Blair has her ears done too. She got earrings about 3 months ago. You know Celie is all for it if Blair has something. It is sweet.

It was really nice for us to both take Celie for a special trip on her first day of school. She just grew up all of a sudden!

Libby Lou. My word. She is really making short work of the walking. She does more and more every day. She still prefers crawling due to speed, but she is getting steadier on her feet as every day goes by. She is really into getting into tubs/boxes/bags right now too. Like a little cat. She just crawls right in and plays with whatever she is sitting on. When she is not walking and getting into boxes, she is reading. It is something. She truly ADORES books. Celie loves books now but only tolerated them as a baby. Libby will get book after book, walk it over to me, plop into my lap and read for, literally, hours. It is her favorite thing to do. I hope both of them keep a love for books as they grow older. She is also a milk machine. I was so concerned about weaning her and she was really no trouble at all. She probably drinks too much milk every day, to be honest. Our pediatrician told me 18-24 ounces a day but I think she takes about 27-30. I am fine with that as long as she is eating well. I have started to try to limit her to 2 cups (18 ounces) a day of milk and do the rest with water. She is also an egg machine. She will make short work of (no kidding) 3 eggs and still want more.

I will post pictures of school tomorrow. Smile 

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3 comments:

The White Whimsies said...

Sarah,

You are a GREAT mother whether you work or stay home with your children. Don't let people's comments bother you. So many people talk without using their brains first. Wanting God's will is truly the best and I know from experience His will is not always popular with those around you.

Love, Marci

Anonymous said...

Thanks, Marci. I feel good about it which ever way it end up. It would be very difficult to leave the girls at this point and I would be really sad about it, but I will do what ever is meant for me to do. :)

Anonymous said...

I cannot believe how fast the girls are growing too fast--I have loved that you could stay home with them all this time because I was always so happy that I could--wouldn't have changed a thing--and you are looking at this right--if God has this in His plan for you it will happen--look at Matthew--once God gets in the middle of something watch out---but which ever way it turns out is what God has planned for you--not what others think you should do---keep praying--God is not hard of hearing--it is always in His time.

Love you Baby girl-Mother