Dream Job

At a recent woman’s event at my church we did an ice breaker involving M&Ms.  You could take up to 5, any color.  Then you had to look at the paper and see what topic the color correlated to.  Then you had to share about that topic with the people at your table.  One of the topics I had to share about what my Dream Job.

I must admit my first thought was that I don’t have a dream job!  When it was my turn I talked about how we hadn’t been sure if were going to be able to have kids so being a stay at home mom is my dream job.  Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE staying home with Munchkin.  There is nothing I’d rather be doing right now.  But that’s not really what I want to do for the rest of my life.

I wasn’t one of those kids that always wanted to be a stay at home mom.  As a kid, I wanted a job…not, more than a job.  I wanted a career.  For the longest time I wanted to be a doctor.  A pediatric oncologist to be exact.  At some point I changed my mind and was going to be a nurse. I don’t remember my exact reasoning but it might have been because I didn’t want to go to school forever or have that much debt.  Then at some point becoming a nurse faded away. I don’t remember when or why.  Then somehow I became a teacher, which was NEVER on my list of dream jobs.  I’m ok at it but it’s not my love.  I’m ok with never being in the classroom again.

So not long after my turn was over I realized what my dream job really is.  It’s to be a nurse.  I think I’d like to be a hospice nurse.  Not the most sunny of jobs I know.  I can’t tell you how much we appreciated the hospice nurses with my dad.  What comfort and encouragement they gave us.  I’d like to be able to offer that to others.  The death of a loved one is such a hard time and I’d like to be able to help others.

So when the kiddo(s, if we have more) are in school, I’ll hopefully be headed back to school myself.  I know I could start sooner.  Maybe I will, once The Man is done with school.  I think I can only take one of us in class at a time!  I’ll probably go to the local community college…I’ve already been accepted (not that it was hard!)  I was going to start but then found we were pregnant. I don’t mind putting this dream on hold. It will keep. My baby won’t.