*Note: This posting orginially appeared in another blog I write for (The Domestic Diva Daily at http://luv2write78.pnn.com/11411-the-front-page ) in July 2009. The frustration and weariness that I experienced back then when searching for a job, remains applicable to my life situation today. My husband and I are daily searching for full-time work and we have yet to find something but God has been faithful and enabled my husband and I both to acquire part-time jobs whereby we are able to pay the bills and meet the needs of our family. However, it still can be discouraging at times when applying for so many full-time positions and hearing only negative responses. Re-reading this older post reminded me of the lesson my toddler taught me last summer and brought some encouragement my way today - may it do the same for you! :)
This whole economy thing has been getting me down lately. The past 8 months my husband and I have both continously filled out job applications and have consistently received letters of "although you are more than qualified for this position, you are not the best qualified." It's been a constant socking to my stomach every time a rejection letter arrives in the mail or my email inbox. How long can this possibly go on? My husband and I both graduated with either graduate degrees or post-graduate degrees in December 2008 and yet no one wants to hire us. So, I've been a bit down lately.
The other morning, I was once again searching the internet for job postings in my area when I heard my 16 month old coming through the kitchen towards my office. Her feet thudded the floor with every step she took. She's been walking about 2 months now and yet she still wavers, falters at times when she walks - especially when she is excited. I stopped my job search for awhile to watch her meander throughout the house. Most of the time she made it successfully to her destination, however on other occasions, she fell to the hardwood floor with a loud thud. Upon her unsuccessful attempts of walking, she would scrunch up her face and begin to whine a little and then she would stop. She didn't waste much time on whining, but rather she pulled herself back up and proceeded to go towards whatever item for which she was searching.
As I sat watching her and thinking about my own attempts to find a job, I realized that maybe I've been whining too much in the situation I find myself in - no job for me, no job for hubby. Seeing my 16 month old pull herself up time and time again, no matter how many times she had fallen, brough an epiphany to me: stand up, girl! Dust your feet off! Stop whining about your jobless situation and just keep filling out those applications. One of them is bound to come back with a positive response, or at least an interview!
So, here I sit searching for jobs, like I do every day, and I have a bit more bounce in my step, a sunnier disposition for my current situation. I am qualified to do my job in the field of education, there will be a job coming my way, but I can't dwell on all the rejection notices but rather I just need to pull myself up and model the persistency of my almost-toddler girl. It's a new day, maybe today is my day to secure a job! No time to whine here - especially since I do have little ones watching how I respond to defeat. Thank you, Daphne, for the lesson you've taught Mommy. I am forever grateful! :-)
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Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
A Name to Love
There are days when I wish I could change my name because all I ever hear - almost 24/7 - is "Mommy! Mommy! MOMMY!!!!"
My almost 2 year-old child is constantly saying my name from the moment her eyes open and her feet hit the floor. Almost ceasingly, she goes throughout her day yelling my name while she roams around, seeking to find me. Sometimes I wonder if she even knows another word or recognizes the fact that someone else in the house - besides Mommy - can help meet her need/want/desire!
Just this morning my little toddler said my name EIGHT times in a row while she sat in her high chair and watched me prepare her breakfast. She wanted to eat and she wanted the food NOW. Obviously in her mind, saying my name repeatedly, each time with increased volume and fervency, would prod me to work faster in getting her meal ready.
One would think that as a mother, I would love to hear the sound of my name being repeated over and over again - that the very utterance of my name would be as a melody in my ear. That simply is not the case. All I wanted to do this morning was to muzzle my child! I jokingly asked my husband if there is a surgery - similar to that of taking away a dog's ability to bark - that could be performed on my toddler until she broadens her vocabulary. Sadly, there is not, and although the very idea is inhumane, I wonder why it crosses my mind so frequently?
Before you judge, you have to remember that I have SIX children at home with me - all day long - who also love to say my name. So, add five other children into the mix with the toddler who is always shouting my name and you can better understand why I am beginning to loathe my name!
Ah, "Mommy" - I do love my name and I realize that the day is coming when I will want my kids to utter my name more frequently because they will be in that stage of development where Mom is so not cool but for now, I could stand to hear my name a little less. Well, at least having a child say my name in a quieter tone and not so demanding! :-)
My almost 2 year-old child is constantly saying my name from the moment her eyes open and her feet hit the floor. Almost ceasingly, she goes throughout her day yelling my name while she roams around, seeking to find me. Sometimes I wonder if she even knows another word or recognizes the fact that someone else in the house - besides Mommy - can help meet her need/want/desire!
Just this morning my little toddler said my name EIGHT times in a row while she sat in her high chair and watched me prepare her breakfast. She wanted to eat and she wanted the food NOW. Obviously in her mind, saying my name repeatedly, each time with increased volume and fervency, would prod me to work faster in getting her meal ready.
One would think that as a mother, I would love to hear the sound of my name being repeated over and over again - that the very utterance of my name would be as a melody in my ear. That simply is not the case. All I wanted to do this morning was to muzzle my child! I jokingly asked my husband if there is a surgery - similar to that of taking away a dog's ability to bark - that could be performed on my toddler until she broadens her vocabulary. Sadly, there is not, and although the very idea is inhumane, I wonder why it crosses my mind so frequently?
Before you judge, you have to remember that I have SIX children at home with me - all day long - who also love to say my name. So, add five other children into the mix with the toddler who is always shouting my name and you can better understand why I am beginning to loathe my name!
Ah, "Mommy" - I do love my name and I realize that the day is coming when I will want my kids to utter my name more frequently because they will be in that stage of development where Mom is so not cool but for now, I could stand to hear my name a little less. Well, at least having a child say my name in a quieter tone and not so demanding! :-)
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