It’s taken me 15 years to decide what I want to do. I’ve been attending college off and on since I graduated in 2002. I never had a destination. I just took classes because I like to learn. I’ve always had a job, a full time paying one or my current job as full time mom. I could never settle on any one degree path. Nothing really called to me. But I’ve decided now. I’ve finally found something I’d be good at. Something that excites me as a career path. I want to be a physical therapist. I want to work with kids like J. Kids who have balance and coordination issues. Who need extra help to throw a ball or ride a bike. Fragile X makes J very flexible and uncoordinated. He does not have control over his body a lot of the time. He needs help. His PT at school is wonderful. She’s taught him how to ride a tricycle and throw a ball. These are things that take extra planning for J. Things the average child can do that we take for granted, takes much more for kids like J. His ant hills are mountains and when he climbs one I’m so incredibly proud.
I think working with wounded veterans would be very rewarding as well. A different type of physical therapy for a different type of person. Being in the military this is really important to me. I want to help. I want to make things just a bit easier for those who need it.
A big part of this career path for me is being able to be flexible for my kids. I cannot have a normal 9-5 job. I will lose this job. I know that I will require me to pick him up during school days for one thing or another. As E gets older she will also need this from me. More than A will. More than the average child. Already I see this with J. I could not imagine having a job that depends on me. My kids make my life very unpredictable. In the end, my kids will always come first. I know I am blessed to have a husband who works so that I don’t have to. So I can commit to my kids 100% right now. That we are in a situation that financially allows me to stay at home. I realize that this is not the case for many. We still struggle. It is not ideal. I would love to have a job. Something that is mine and mine alone. But therapy and doctors appointments are my job right now. My small children are my job. What they need comes first. Making sure each one feels important. That no one is left behind. One day they will all be in school. When that day comes maybe j can be in school too. We can all learn together and I can finally accomplish what I started back in 2002. Until then I will make sure that my kids survive another day. That I survive another day. That we’re happy, healthy and slightly crazy. That we’re a family. That’s really what’s important.