I want to do more

I knew since I was a little girl that I wanted to be a school teacher. Probably since 1st grade, maybe sooner. I remember playing teacher with my little sister and neighbor friends, I even enjoyed coming up with basic lesson plans before I knew what they were called.

I knew I was going to go to college and become an elementary school teacher. There wasn’t going to be years wasted and money wasted on useless classes while I meandered around my late teens and early 20’s figuring out what I wanted to do with my life. I knew. I even got a head start taking college classes my senior year of high school. I didn’t even go to my high school my senior year.

Why am I writing this? Because I’m sitting at home with my 3rd baby, rocking her to sleep, not teaching a classroom full of students, with an integrated studies degree that I have no idea what to do with.

I know you’re asking, but wait, what about elementary education classes? I did. All of my college classes are elementary Ed. But I was one of the many lucky students who tried to pass a state mandated test and failed because they made it ridiculously difficult for a tested period of time and couldn’t afford to keep failing until they made it easier again so I left years of college with a degree that I don’t know what to do with.

I’m also baiting my time for my last baby to go to kindergarten so I can find a meaningful career with career pay. What job will that be? I have no idea. I know I enjoy advocating for special needs people, I like teaching and being a part of training others how to help and support the special needs community. But after going to college on and off between having babies… I don’t know if I could go back.

If you have ideas, throw them at me, I’m open!

I am officially a children’s book author now, and that is dang freak’n exciting! But I just feel like there is more I could do ya know?

Anyways, that’s where my mind wanders when I’m rocking my beautiful babies—-> I’m grateful—-> I’ve been blessed—-> I love my little family—-> what am I doing with my life for me??

Any ideas let me know 😉 and don’t forget to like and share so others can send me ideas too 😜



  1. Oh, I can totally identify with what you are saying here! My story is similar, yet different. Maybe one day I’ll share it on my blog. For now I am enjoying the time I have with my kids, working on contentment, and trusting God with the rest. But yeah… it’s hard! Blogging really helps for me. And I teach a few piano students 2 evenings per week. Have you ever considered tutoring from home? Blessings ❤️

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  2. My story is a long and convoluted. Short version – I actually quit teaching thirteen to sixteen year old special needs kids. That age was not a good fit. Two years of teaching and felt like my degree was useless. I got an office job, and met my hubby. I, too. loved being able to stay home with my kids for almost twelve years. I volunteered at school and church programs for kids. Guess what! When my youngest was in kindergarten I decided I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. I got my Master’s in Education and spent twenty wonderful years as an elementary teacher. I would not have expected that to happen. You will know when the time comes what to do. Now, in retirement, things just happen. I’ve taught college classes, tutored adults, volunteered in a food pantry, and written a book about autism. The maturity that comes with a few more years of living and from being a mother makes things clearer.

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  3. I also would like to do more, sometimes. I would like to have a family, to have a lot of friends, to be a good friend (even if I think I am not a bad friend). But at the end, I think we live deeply our life, so we can be satisfied by what we do.

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