Whenever I hear the word “change” I inevitably get that song–a blast from the past–stuck in my head…
“Life’s about changing, nothing ever stays the same.”
It’s so true, on so many levels, in the big and in the small.
I’ve been stressing this past week about a lot of personal changes going on in my life, until yesterday, as my husband and I drove two tired kids home from a family get-together.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you…” Ben started, stretching slightly in his seat (the ever present drive. Yes, we are one of those couples). “The other night, when I went to the workshop, the night you were so worried about me…remember that?”
I nodded my assent. My husband is a super-talented woodworker (I plan on posting pics soon of some of the masterpieces he has whipped up for me. Quite handy when I am in need of a bookshelf or shoe self, I may add) who frequents the shop late at night after the kids are tucked in bed. That night, he left the house around 9 pm and for some reason, I was really worried about him. We hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, and I worried, quite simply, about him falling asleep at the wheel. Before he left the house, I begged him to be safe. More than the standard “love you, be safe,” I stopped at the doorway and hugged him one last time. “Seriously,” I said. “Be safe.”
He, of course, waved me off and headed off to that mysterious place of no-woman’s land.
But last night, the truth came out.
“So I was coming to the stop-light, about to turn left,” Ben related. “The light was green, like so green a car had just turned in front of me, but for some reason, I stopped.”
He stopped and watched a car barreling down the road towards the light.
He stopped and watched…
As the car blew right through the red light.
The light he should have been turning at.
I was reminded how fast life can change. Our lives could have been turned upside down that night. A night to the shop and a careless driver could have taken my husband, my daughters’ father, forever.
Instead, I am left with gratitude and a readiness to embrace the changes about to happen in my life.
So, here’s the big announcement:
I got a new job! You are now looking at an official Labor & Delivery Nurse!!
I resigned last week from my work-from-home position for a non-profit woman’s advocacy organization and accepted a 48-hour labor & delivery nights position. I’m scared to death for all the changes–working at night, having to find a babysitter, changes in finances, a rigid schedule, losing my non-profit position, having no more time to write, working holidays, the risk of not liking OB after all this time trying to break in…
There’s a lot uncertainties. But I know that I can’t let fear hold me back. I have to try and see what I can learn from this new position. Welcoming babies into the world, can you imagine?!? I know it’s not all roses and daisies, but still, there is nothing more wondrous to me than the sight of a mother and baby meeting for the first time–it’s indescribable.
So, here’s to change.
And for double-checking at stoplights. Even the green ones.