New Job...

Started my first "professional job" as a Family Service Coordinator earlier this week.

First day.....

I was so overwhelmed with the amount of new information that was shoved into my ears and by all the information I tried to swallow with my eyes.

Second day....

Lil' better... went on some home visits and understood the importance of my role as s FSC....

Third day....
Things are making sense, but the amount of paperwork is still overwhelming. Can't wait for Monday...

Overall, my days as caretaker are over. Its sooo sad to see my role as a full time mommy come to and end, but I love the idea of my role as a working woman expand.

I miss my child throughout the day, but I am aware of how much boredom he undergoes as he stays at home with me.

The hardest decision for me as a mother has been. TO WORK or NOT TO WORK? That is the issue.

Newborn....
I remember my child at stage Newbie... I cried as the thought of me having to leave him SOME DAY approached.

Six Months...
I finally brought myself to depart from his side for 24 hours throughout the weekend. I trusted no one so this gave me a perfect chance to leave him with my husband as I took a break from my child and provided care for 4 elderly men.

11months-15 months
Ideally, I had wanted to leave him at a day care for short amounts of time at a time. This happened perfectly! I would leave him at a daycare for half a day on Fridays...

15-19
I was able to leave him at a daycare for 20 hrs a week as I did my internship at a school across the street.

24-?
He's been at a daycare full time for about a month. The transition was a difficult one. My husband volunteered to drop him off the first 2 weeks of his child care days. He is still dropping him off at daycare, but I have become used to it and I no longer cry about it.

My irregular beat....

I can't say I'm just like the person. Thank Goodness I'm NOT!

I am my own with distinguish characteristics, peculiar flaws, and interesting skills.

I don't march to the same beat most girls do, I refuse to!

My thinking is a little off at times, my worries are not yours...

My sense of humor is way off though, what wanders in my head I simply cannot control.

My beat is very irregular...pum.pum.pum.....pupupupum..pumpum.pum.pum.
I'm on Metropolol for that that, 25 mg daily.

It defines the rest of my life ,too. My life is more than ordinary. My love life is different, my story is unique, my experiences are unexpected, my thoughts many, but my words are not.

I've encountered many obstacles, challenges and heartaches. Along the way, I've come across beautiful caring people. God has his hand over me and keeps my irregular beat beating.

There must be a reason.