I want to volunteer. I want to do something that matters for others. I want to give back.
I do work with the PTO at the elementary school and have been involved for six years, since my oldest was in kindergarten. In fact, I was recently a volunteer at the school’s biggest fundraiser this past Friday night. It was exhausting and exhilarating, as it is every year. I wish I could have done more to help with this event leading up to it, but with school and the craziness that surrounds it, it’s hard. Putting together that particular fundraiser takes a lot of work.
But I’ve recently been inspired and would like to find a way to do something else, something that doesn’t necessarily involve my own children but involves the community. In an ideal world, I’d love to help out at an animal shelter and play with and walk pups who are looking for a home, but the local shelter here requires a consistent commitment for at least four to six months, so I don’t know if I’d be able to do that.
Even though 2014 will likely bring many new challenges for our family with graduation and job-hunting on the horizon, I’d like to find something that I can do to help others. I plan to do some research over winter break to see if I can make this happen. More to come…..
When I first went back to school two years ago, if someone had told me that I’d leave my family for six days to go to a public relations conference for students, I wouldn’t have believed that person. I am a homebody and I had only traveled by airplane twice before. I like spending time with my family. Why would I ever spend money to go to an optional conference when my family doesn’t take elaborate vacations because of the money pit of a house we are always doing work to?
But you know what? I did just that a few weeks ago–and we all survived. The house wasn’t a disaster when I returned, laundry got done, the Halloween candy was purchased (I returned two days prior) and my oldest son had his school picture taken. I have no idea if my husband sent my son to school in a wrinkled shirt–in fact, I don’t even remember what shirt my husband said they picked out–but that’s ok. I’ll get the picture back in a few weeks and even if it’s not what I would have wanted, I’ll get to look back on it as the year we all did something that was out of our comfort zones. And I won’t do a re-take.
I survived the flight to Philadelphia. Actually, let’s back up. I survived the TSA line, something that is very different from the last time I flew. I think I was most nervous about the darn liquid rule. I really didn’t want my makeup or skincare to get confiscated–that would have been an expensive loss! I survived the long days of professional workshops and later nights than I am used to. I survived rooming with people I don’t know that well.
And my family managed without me. Another step in me becoming a new person–one who is independent, one who sets a good example for her kids and one who is still learning to spread her wings!