I just wanted to write a bit.
Life has been so super busy over the past several months that it's a wonder how I've survived. Actually, I know how I've survived. The Lord has definitely been with me each step of the way. My mom told me last week that I am just like my Grandma Fullmer. I always have to be doing something. Not just something, but several somethings and usually all at once. Since I adore my Grandma and think she is an angel and just about perfect, that was one of the nicest compliments anyone has ever given me. (I am telling you, this woman runs - RUNS - circles around everyone in the family all at once! She is amazing!) Actually though, I have no idea how she does it because I have been feeling so overwhelmed the past few months. She makes it look so effortless and easy. Grandma is one of the most cheerful, kindest person in the world.
Anyways, at one point I was wearing the following "hats" (to name only a few):
Wife
Mother
Relief Society President
Day Care Giver
Piano Teacher
Making cakes for events
Scrapbooker
Teacher p/t at residential treatment center (RTC) for at-risk youth
Couponer
Visiting Teacher
Singing in a barbershop quartet
Now, if I was only doing 3 or 4 of those that would be busy but doing all of them was causing me to go crazy! One night (after feeling like I was never going to succeed at anything I was involved in) my husband came into our office and said something to the effect of, "Amy, I think you need to ask the Bishop to be released from your calling."
(For those of you not familiar with anything in that sentence, 'Bishop' refers to the ecclesiastical leader of the religious congregation I am a member of in the LDS faith, 'calling' is a general name for whatever service position we hold in our congregation - everything is volunteer/service oriented because no one is paid for their Church service, and being 'released' from your calling is when we are thanked for our time and someone else is given the opportunity to serve in that same position.)
I started to cry because I am a firm believer that the Lord calls the right people to serve in the right position at the right time. There is some reason why I am the RS president right now in my life and I immediately felt that being asked for release was not the answer to my hectic life. I began to pray.
Within a few days I had my answer: quit my p/t job as a teacher.
That may sound easy but for me it wasn't. I like teaching. No. I LOVE teaching. Have you ever read about those people who find their "niche" in life? Well teaching is mine. When I taught 6th grade, while I was teaching at the RTC, I thrived on it. I was excited for work. I could never seem to turn my teacher brain off! (Which was part of the problem since I had so many different things I was doing). I was anxious to do my best so that I could continue to improve as a teacher. Working with kids and teaching them is so satisfying for me. Plus, I have always worked since the summer before my junior year in high school. And that has been since July of 1997. Almost 15 years. Plus, not working meant not financially contributing to my family's income. It meant giving up control of helping to provide for myself and my family. (Those of you who know me and the 'red personality' part of me might realize what a tough thing this was). Then I felt guilty for wanting to still work when I have a devoted husband who works so hard and needs me to fulfill my role as wife and mother as he is so carefully and diligently fulfilling his as husband and father. And why should I want to work when I have the most fantastic, amazing 2 year old daughter to play with!!! Seriously, I thought, what is wrong with me?!? Nothing, I realized. I just like to 'do it all'.
To make an already long story shorter, I realized that it came down to a few things (for me):
Career vs Family
Job vs Calling
Obedience vs Disobedience
Selfishness vs Service
I had to ask myself, did I have a testimony of being in the home as a mother when I didn't have to work or did I not have that testimony? At the time I quit, I wished I was stronger and that this wasn't a hard decision. I felt weak for even struggling with it.
I am happy to say that I did take that leap of faith and I did quit my job. All I began to see was President McKay's statement, "No other success can compensate for failure in the home." Then I would see, in my mind's eye, Jessica grown up and all the opportunities I missed with her. I already feel like she is getting so much older! (Side note: so interesting how I can so fiercely miss my baby but be so excited to have my toddler and eagerly waiting to see her as a child/young woman/adult, etc...) Now, I'm not trying to say that working mothers are failures in the home or that they can't be amazing and wonderful mothers. Some women have to work and they do amazing things with their families in those situations. What I am (boldly) saying is this: mothers should be in the home where ever possible. If she doesn't have to work, don't. You will be blessed.
I am loving staying at home. It is sometimes very very hard. It is sometimes very very discouraging. One of my goals this week (in addition to having a perfect Medi-fast week - for those of you who know what I'm talking about) is to work on patience at home.I love my husband and my daughter more than I ever though possible. I am so grateful for a wise, loving Heavenly Father who loves me enough to help nudge me in the right direction. Sometimes, a lot of times, I am still overwhelmed. But. Much, much less overwhelmed than I was and I can feel the Spirit in my life so much more than I did because I made the right decision for me and my family. What a beautiful thing that has been. :-)