Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a wife and mom. I knew I wanted to stay home and care for my children and serve my husband by creating a kingdom of peace called home. As I matured, the feeling grew stronger, but I was intelligent. I exceeded every low expectation given to the product of a teen pregnancy in the 80's.
After graduating from college into a recession, I went into the only field I had experience in; childcare. I never wanted to work with children in that capacity, but I stayed in the field. I worked with children from every cultural and economic background in Saint Louis, MO and surrounding areas. I deepened my skills and knowledge base while adding years of experience under my belt.
While I was flourishing in my professional development, I was suffering personally. Depression and anxiety started to consume me. It is so easy to lose your focus when real life doesn't meet the expectations of your fantasies. I was lost. I was confused. I was hurting. I needed something bigger than me. That's when I remember the God I had been introduced to in my youth. I turned to Him and surrendered to the plans He had for my life...mostly.
In 2012, I gave birth to the most beautiful human being I have ever gotten to know. She became my reason for keeping God first, intentionally. She also reignited my desire for domestication. But there is no such thing as a no-job-having single mom. And I was a single mom for almost three years. In 2015, I married a loving, hard-working and kind man who loves the ground I walk on.
It was also during this year that I started working part-time at an in-home daycare. I gave this place all of me so that the owner could reach her goal of achieving national accreditation. The moment she became accredited, she stopped paying at the rate we agreed upon. She also developed policies that were hand-over-fist in their vey nature.
So, after two weeks of prayer and meditation, I resigned. My husband's support made it easier to do so. He was disgusted we he listened in on one of my last conversations with this woman. It was at this moment that he told me to let this go. "God got us. You are only a slave to Him."
AND JUST LIKE THAT, I became a newly domesticated lady.
I'm uneasy about the journey my new role is going to take me on. I've gotten used to the cushion my income provided and I've worked for someone else my entire adult life. I have used my knowledge, skills and abilities to help others make their dreams come true. Now, I'm going to use those same talents to keep my schedule open so that I can home school my daughter and serve my husband, both of which are dreams of mine.
This blog is going to be used to document the transition from Woman in the Workplace Wilderness to a Domesticated Lady.
After graduating from college into a recession, I went into the only field I had experience in; childcare. I never wanted to work with children in that capacity, but I stayed in the field. I worked with children from every cultural and economic background in Saint Louis, MO and surrounding areas. I deepened my skills and knowledge base while adding years of experience under my belt.
While I was flourishing in my professional development, I was suffering personally. Depression and anxiety started to consume me. It is so easy to lose your focus when real life doesn't meet the expectations of your fantasies. I was lost. I was confused. I was hurting. I needed something bigger than me. That's when I remember the God I had been introduced to in my youth. I turned to Him and surrendered to the plans He had for my life...mostly.
In 2012, I gave birth to the most beautiful human being I have ever gotten to know. She became my reason for keeping God first, intentionally. She also reignited my desire for domestication. But there is no such thing as a no-job-having single mom. And I was a single mom for almost three years. In 2015, I married a loving, hard-working and kind man who loves the ground I walk on.
It was also during this year that I started working part-time at an in-home daycare. I gave this place all of me so that the owner could reach her goal of achieving national accreditation. The moment she became accredited, she stopped paying at the rate we agreed upon. She also developed policies that were hand-over-fist in their vey nature.
So, after two weeks of prayer and meditation, I resigned. My husband's support made it easier to do so. He was disgusted we he listened in on one of my last conversations with this woman. It was at this moment that he told me to let this go. "God got us. You are only a slave to Him."
AND JUST LIKE THAT, I became a newly domesticated lady.
I'm uneasy about the journey my new role is going to take me on. I've gotten used to the cushion my income provided and I've worked for someone else my entire adult life. I have used my knowledge, skills and abilities to help others make their dreams come true. Now, I'm going to use those same talents to keep my schedule open so that I can home school my daughter and serve my husband, both of which are dreams of mine.
This blog is going to be used to document the transition from Woman in the Workplace Wilderness to a Domesticated Lady.
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