1. In May of '09, I left my beloved job of nine years to become a stay-at-home mom;
2. In August of '09, my husband started working for his company at home rather than their business office;
3. In November of '09, I home-birthed my daughter; and
4. In January of '10, I pulled my son out of public Kindergarten and began our homeschooling journey.
If that doesn't make us homebodies, I'm not entirely sure what else we could do to epitomize that sentiment.
As I approach my return to the workforce, I feel a nostalgic sense of how my life has been exponentially enriched by a life that is considered reclusive to much of mainstream society. During this time, I have
|(in addition to enlarging somewhat)|
|Watched my son grow from an only child to a big brother|
|Grown in my journey of becoming a friend and partner to my husband|
|Encountered awkward and challenging home-schooling moments|
|Explored one hobby|
|And another hobby (cooking)|
Being a homebody has caused me to look within myself beyond a career woman, beyond a capitalist in search of the next fad to buy, beyond what most members of my society think of as routine mainstream ideas and lifestyles, and most importantly question and grow in my contribution to my home, family, neighborhood, church and community.
Some of the answers that have revealed themselves to me haven't been easy ones to digest. On the contrary, I consider the last year one of growth and sometimes uncomfortable stretching, during which I've had to ameliorate my faith.
Three years ago (to the month), I wrote about being on the verge of a great and monumental, life-changing cliff. Two months after writing that, I began a relationship with a young man who became my husband and father to my daughter.
Today I have that feeling again: On the cusp of some life-changing happenstance (perhaps more cerebral this time), and again, I pray that I will have the strength, determination, and insight to deal appropriately and graciously with circumstances as they arrive. There comes a time when I have to leave the safety net of my home-bound perspective, and I am humbly thankful for the time I had to grow in understanding and be enriched by my homebody family.