I discovered some important things as I submerged my professional persona into my new identity as a full-time mother.
It was 1989, during the great Texas savings and loan debacle, and I wanted another baby. But I also needed a new story. Yes, for you who are keeping track, I actually liked the first baby a lot. She was precocious, blonde, with big blue eyes and a personality that grabbed everyone around her into her orbit – what wasn’t to love? I use the phrase, ” a new story” because I recently read Donald Miller’s latest book that says our lives are stories that God is writing and hypothesizes that people either choose to live actively and experience their stories or they stand back and observe as their stories unfold. The second group often become writers, according to Miller. I have usually been in the first group and intend to continue as long as I can!
Between the collapse of my industry and our decision to have a second child, it sealed the deal on my stay-at-home mom career and I soon discovered I needed more. I grew weary of going to parties or gatherings and having people ask me, “What do you do?”
“I am a full-time Mom.” Their eyes would glaze somewhat and in some form or fashion the question would arise again, “Yes, but what do you DO?”