First and foremost, thank you for your kind, supportive, loving and gentle comments on my last post. Reading them meant so much to me. At this difficult time, I treasure your friendship and support more than ever, as there aren't many people in my immediate surroundings that understand the stressful nature of our situation.
Several people made suggestions of generating income from home. We have already explored several options, which did not work out, and there are venues which might prove profitable in the future – however, right now there is a pressing need for something to keep us afloat. It is temporary and I believe that there will be a way, soon, for me to come back home full-time.
Others remarked that now, I might see even more clearly the need for a wife and mother to be at home, and her struggles when she must go out and work. I'm no stranger to working full-time, but yes, I have only done that when I was single. It's true that with every day I spend at work, I am even more convinced that working and being a wife and a mother of young children places an undue burden on a woman. Not that I didn't know it before, but now I see it with a heart-wrenching clarity.
Someone asked me what it is that I actually do. I work in a local science center that caters to schools from the entire area. I prepare lab workshops and activities, and help the teachers and students. I also do some administrative work.
Since I see teachers and schoolchildren around me every day I work, the realizations that hit me are often sad and sometimes heartbreaking. Teaching is supposed to be a family-friendly job, and it is often chosen by religious women for whom family is the top priority. But for a mother of a growing family, even a part-time job is usually more than she should be dealing with. I see excellent wives and mothers, dedicated homemakers, who are stressed and fretful because they simply cannot do it all. Many of them talk about unwashed dishes, piled up laundry and sick children that are brushed aside. The prevalence of this is just so sad.
Then there are the schoolchildren, who are herded in large age-segregated groups, locked up in classrooms, and told to do something at the same time. Most often, this something is a thing that could have been performed in a much easier and more interesting way at home, with more time for the children to relax during the process and ask questions about whatever interests them. In an institutionalized setting, I see this most often isn't possible.
The children are wonderful, the teachers are excellent, the lessons are planned as well as they can be. But the system itself seems to be faulty. I do realize that not all children can, or should, be homeschooled, and in