As I was driving home from yet another long 10 hour work day, I daydreamed about having the following conversation with my husband.
“Hi Honey, how was your day”. I would query.
“Great! I have a surprise for you.” My husband would respond gleefully. “I looked over our finances and I know you want to come home from work.” He would pause briefly. “And I think you can come home now!”
“Hallelujah!” I would shout.
The honking of the car behind me pulled me out of my reverie. Just another daydream. I had gone over this hypothetical conversation many times on my drive home. Even if it was just for a moment, it felt good to think about it. Working for the same company for nine years had many great benefits including great co-workers, an incredibly flexible schedule and four weeks of vacation time a year. Yet I still daydreamed. What would I do without a forty hour work week hovering over my head? Volunteering came to mind. How wonderful it would be to spend my time working for a worthwhile cause. Or to enjoy all the benefits of being a stay at home mom reveling in the joys of raising our young son. Or have the time to write a book. I now had a story to tell as our son was born with a lethal form of dwarfism. Though he was not expected to live past birth, God had other plans. He is now six years old. Someday these dreams would become a reality. Until then, the battle to get through 5 o’clock traffic had to be first and foremost on my mind.
Then, one day it happened. The dream wasn’t just a dream anymore. After reviewing of our finances, what once seemed impossible was possible. Over the Thanksgiving holidays, we shared our plans with family. They agreed with our idea giving us a boost of encouragement to go forward. Soon the day came to tender my resignation.
As I closed the door to my supervisor’s office, I bluntly stated, “Maya, I have some bad news”.
She looked up and saw me grinning from ear to ear. Maya told me later that she wondered why I was smiling about bad news!
“I am leaving the company. My husband and I have decided this would be a good time to come home so I can pursue my passions of being a wife, mother and writer.” I waited for the news to sink in. Surprise and shock were written across Maya’s face. Recovering nicely, she said, “We will miss you dearly but I am so delighted for you. I would love to follow in your footsteps someday!”
Over the next month, I shared my plans with other co-workers and the response was universal. One co-worker stated “I wish I didn’t have to work!” Another told me she wished she could open her own flower shop. Each person had their own dream so far unfulfilled.
My new life began four weeks after I gave notice. No more rising up at 5:30 in the morning. No more dresses and high heels. No more frantically driving home in rush hour traffic. My hectic lifestyle has been traded in for kissing my husband goodbye every morning, seeing my son’s face light up into a smile when he first wakes up and a daily wardrobe of comfy t-shirts, jeans and tennis shoes. I now spend my days reveling in raising our son. I have started writing a memoir about our journey to share with other parents facing a negative birth diagnosis. I am still looking for volunteer opportunities. That is next on my new “to do” list.
Dreams really do come true.
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