Posts tagged ‘career’

This job of mine

     I’ve been absent lately because I’ve been struggling with a decision that would impact everything. Recently my dream job opened up. A job at a place where I’ve worked before and wanted to work again. The job I always swore I’d go back for if it ever opened and the timing was right.

     You see, once upon a time I had a career. You know what happened next; that fateful (and thankful) day when C’s doctor told us he couldn’t get a cold until he was at least a year old (we made it 15 months). It took Husband and I about five seconds to decide that I would be staying home with C, and I never really looked back. Since then, I have been doing part time work from home when I can find it.

     But this job, this one particular job, tugged at me in a way nothing else has since I said goodbye to the non-profit version of the corporate ladder all those years ago. This job was the one I’ve been waiting for – this job, which I just might get; this job that would allow us to completely flip roles and have Husband be the stay-at-home parent; this job at which I’d be really, really good.

          My decision ultimately came down to one thing: this job I wanted, it’s all-consuming. It’s the kind of job you live, breathe, and eat. Fun, no doubt about that, but big. Too big. What I finally realized is that I already have one all-consuming job I love, and his name is C. I don’t need another.

May 3, 2010 at 10:46 am 8 comments

Does anyone need a sign inspector?

     C has always wanted to be a sign inspector when he grows up. He has created this very logical way for how his job would be done – if you, all of you out there in the world, notice a sign that needs repair in your neighborhood, you call me (he’s not allowed to answer the phone unless it’s someone he knows), and I’ll drive him to where the sign is so he can fix it.

     This prompted a discussion on the way to school recently (as he was wearing his new “sign inspector” shirt created by his Aunt J and Uncle T – VERY cool) about what he wants to do when he grows up. Here’s the list, and please note that every job will be done for one year except the President job, which will be four or eight years:

          Sign inspector, train conductor, band leader, president, a government (“One that makes money, Mommy, but I don’t really understand this but I saw it on tv. Can you give people money if you’re a government?”), bus driver, a worker like Daddy (prompting me to ask C what he thinks Daddy does, to which he responded, “He sends emails to people and calls them sometimes.”), teacher (“But I have to go to college first.”), a money saver-upper, dog trainer, and an explorer.

     This list pretty much sums up all of his loves. Signs, trains, Presidents, music, money, buses, Daddy, dogs, one of his therapists (who is a dog trainer on the side), Dora the Explorer, and all the fine folk at school who are his teachers. It’s funny how autism works, because chances are, he’ll be one of the few people in the world who actually love their job. It won’t occur to him to compromise his loves simply to get a job; he’ll actually do what he loves. Somehow.

April 7, 2008 at 10:02 am 4 comments


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