Growing up, we were never really told that we had to go to college or even that we could. Our family just expressed a desire for us all to graduate high school and to get a job. I'm sure if we had informed our family that we wanted to go to college, we would have been able to, but the way we grew up with little money, I always assumed it was an unrealistic burden to place on the family.
I never really planned for after high school. I just wanted to work until I became a Mom. Sure, at some point growing up I thought about being a teacher. You hear all the time how much teachers do and how little they are paid for it. Part of me just decided it wasn't worth it. After following these two infertility blogs over the past few years, reading the bits and pieces they've shared about their classrooms and students, I was reminded of my desire to teach again. But again, I kind of pushed the thoughts aside.
After I worked as a nanny for about five years, I was offered a position at a doctors office. I wasn't really sure what to expect. I wasn't sure if I was going to even enjoy it since children were my life and I enjoyed being a Nanny. I even turned down the offered at first, only to accept the offer a year later after finally having had enough of the boss constantly hitting on me and trying to get me to sleep with him. To my surprise, I enjoyed working at the doctors office. I enjoyed helping my patients, even if I was technically only a paper pusher.
On the other hand, NYEBoy graduated college with two degrees and is now in graduate school getting his Ph|>. He's told me over and over again about how awesome I would do in school and how I would probably even enjoy it. I ignored him, though. I've never really had the desire to go to school. After all, FOUR MORE YEARS IN SCHOOL? ARE YOU CRAZY?
Then K came to live with us and started going to school. It soon became obvious she would need all of the help she could get. As I began helping her every night, it became apparent that I could actually, probably do this. You know, if I wanted to.
I sat on it for a few months. Recently, I've realized that since we're about four more years from NYEBoy graduating and us being financially able to afford treatments, that perhaps instead of helping everyone else, I can take advantage of these four semi-free years I have before becoming a mother and go to school. So, this is what I am doing this fall. I'm going to college. At 26. For the first time. Ever.
It's not going to be easy going to college, with everything else I have going on in my life with The Crew and with my blog and the few other things I have going on, but hopefully it'll be manageable. If God forbid something happens to NYEBoy, I know I'll be able to take care of our family by getting a college degree. I probably won't use the degree much after I get it for awhile since I fully expect to be able to start treatments shortly after he graduates, but that's okay. This way, I'll get what I want (motherhood, staying at home) but I'll also have a safety net if I need it.
I think I've decided on becoming an LPN or RN with a minor in graphic design. I can always do the graphic design from home while the children are small and later on use the nursing part-time once they start school. This is my plan at least. We know how much life enjoys plans.