Hi, my name is Tami and I've been married for seven years to my loving husband, Ken. We have two wonderful children, Faith and Jason. Six years ago, my husband and I made the decision for me to work at home with my children. We struggled with the decision because it would affect our family finances drastically. I had been in administration for twenty years. I knew that it was going to be very hard for me to find work at home.
For three years, I had been working in various capacities such as: telemarketing, cold calling, etc. Then I found my dream job. I became a recruiter / trainer virtually. I learned what a company was looking for and recruited people for that position. Then I taught others how to do it. In this way, I was finally able to suppliment my family's finances. The reward was much bigger than monetary. I was able to do something that I loved and at the same time benefit my family.
I have always prided myself on having things together. I never dreamed that I was going to have kids since I had a total hysterectomy at the young age of 23. Then I met my husband. I adopted his daughter through step parent adoption. My calm organized life was over. Welcome to motherhood. I thought I was organized. I thought that I could handle this just as easily as I did my paperwork at work.
Well I was wrong. Nothing could have prepared me for being a mommy. I was 37 years old and a brand new mommy. We brought Faith home from the hospital. I had a newborn baby. I had absolutely no idea what to do. I had always avoided being around babies because it hurt to remember that I couldn't have one.
That simple blue print that I had lived my life was gone. I was never a perfect dresser but what was to come. Out did that. I would find that I was outside in public with coffee stains or milk leftovers on my shirt. Nothing was organized anymore. I was constantly late to family gathering, works, you name it. To my amazement, it was accepted as part of being a mother. Did the world change without me knowing?
Faith became very ill when she was 12 months old. She was constantly sick with one thing or another. We struggled with me having to take off time to be with her. I never felt comfortable leaving her with my husband when she was sick. She had more ear infections than I can count. I was begging the doctors to tell me what was wrong with her. Her biological mommy did not eat well nor take prenatal vitamins when she was pregnant. Could it be that simple?
I kept pushing to find out what was wrong. I am telling you as a mother to another mother. Do NOT accept the doctor's blowoffs. If you think something is wrong, keep pushing. Trust your mother's instinct. We finally made the decision for me to come home from work to take care of her.
My life became about my kids. Then my life calmed down as I finally found a position as a recruiter / trainer. Things went back to normal. Faith started preschool.
When we found out about Jason, her half brother, who was in foster care. Can you believe that I found out that he was in foster care on a Myspace page? We started the fight to get him into our family. We could not take the chance of losing him in the system. We knew that we would too. We started the process in November, 2007. He was finally adopted on March 25, 2009. It was a long process but well worth it.
I know that I am not the only one out there that has a story. But we are all moms, we can all learn from each other and grow together. I invite you to share your stories with me as I share mine. Be a voice for all the new mothers to come in our place as we become seasoned moms.
Trust in your instincts as a mom whether you are a biological or adopted mom. Let your voice be heard.
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