The boys are changing and growing so fast. Having gone back to work, I am feeling it even more. I knew I had a good chance at getting this job. The interview process went so well and everything about it just felt right. I had two interviews, the second one lasting 2 1/2 hours during which I met the entire team. That was on a Monday. I savored the entire week, knowing it might be my last few days as a stay at home mom. I got the call on Thursday. I happily accepted the job, as our family is in need of the income and health benefits. It's the right move for our family. But I did spend part of the day in tears. It was a very emotional day. I tend to snowball everything in my mind. Instead of just worrying about getting Brian up to speed on the boys daily stuff, I worried about what will happen when Brian gets a job. The boys will go to daycare. We'll have to pull Dylan out of yet ANOTHER school. We'll have to find daycare near where we eventually want to live, becuase if we don't and Dylan starts kindergarten near his current daycare, then we'll have to change schools on him again. My stomach and heart both physically ache at the thought of all the changes ahead. For Dylan. Because now he's settled, and he enjoys his school. And he has friends. And he asks weekly about moving again. :(
This experience has definitely been a growing one. I think we've both learned a lot. It's not as easy as we thought it would be to move on. Not when we have so much still tying us to Illinois. Finding jobs is always stressful, but even more so when you are under the gun to provide health insurance. Settling in to my mom's has been more difficult than we imagined. We are so grateful for the opportunity to stay here, but also have to remind ourselves of that daily, in the midst of all the frustrations that come with being in a different and much smaller space than we're used to.
It's kind of like joining the Army to go to college for free. There is no doubt that we made the right move and it will pay off eventually. But for now, it's a challenge on many different levels.
The boys seem pretty happy here. They enjoy having cats to tease, and Oma to read to them and tuck them in every few nights. And the freedom to run around the backyard with the neighbor boys. Dylan still asks a lot of questions and still asks to move back to Machesney Park, but that's usually when something has happened that he finds upsetting. It just breaks my heart that he's reaching out for that comfort zone. On the other hand, he is thriving at his new preschool. He is very inquisitive and loves to learn new skills and to show them off.
He is learning to count to one hundred. As you can imagine, that video would take awhile, so instead, here's a shorter clip.
Brody is...Brody. He's silly, he's loveable, squeezeable, huggable, happy, angry, loud, the boss. I often tell him that he's the "most of everything," because he is. He doesn't do anything half-assed. It's all the way or nothing with him. This past week, I was OUT of the circle of friendship and trust. I didn't get any hugs or kisses, I wasn't allowed to do so much as wipe his butt after he went to the bathroom. I know it's just an adjustment, and he'll come around. But man, that was a bummer.
Dylan, my sweet little Dylan. He's my buddy. When I'd ask Brody for a hug or kiss and he'd refuse, Dylan was always there to give an extra hug or kiss. I'd say to Brody, "I missed you today." Brody would say, "I didn't." Hmmm, well then. Dylan would say "I missed you, Mama." He's so sensitive and aware of others feelings.
I'll always treasure the time I had at home with them. I'll never regret the missed career opportunities, because those few years were precious. We filled our time with a lot of fun stuff. And every day stuff too. I wasn't quite ready for my time with them at home to be over, but I am thankful that I am going to a job I enjoy and am challenged by and can grow in.