The phone call started a chain of events that no one could foresee.
Maybe it was fate, maybe it was God, but the phone call that my husband made to his parents changed this entire school year, opened new doors and our eyes.
After telling them what had happened at the other school, my husband’s dad responded, “Why didn’t you look at [my previous school]?”
See, he used to work at another private school and in the three years that we’ve been in Florida, he never mentioned sending our children there.
He sent us a contact at School B and we started asking questions.
A few days later, my husband was contacted completely randomly by someone who inquired about some community work he was doing. After some time, he realized that this person was going to be the new head of School B.
A few emails, phone calls, and visits later, we submitted an inquiry form. Conversations, meetings, and breakfasts later, the application.
Or I should say, the applications! Yes, somehow we were now in discussions to send ALL THREE of my children to this private school.
I had no idea that the discussion would turn this way.
I didn’t know that…
…our baby, at two years old, would start school.
…after much discussion to pull our son out of school, that we would, in turn, send him to another one.
…we would send our children to a private school, one that is attended by mainly rich, white people.
…we would pay to do all of this. Willingly.
Something in me felt the tides turning. I sensed it when I turned in their applications. To afford my children going to a private school, I have to return to work. We can’t afford it otherwise.
I didn’t know that I would go back to work and no longer be the primary caregiver for my children.
As a stay-at-home mom for almost five years, this is daunting. It’s surprisingly harder to think about returning than it was to decide to stay home. I haven’t been on a rigid schedule in some time.
But I’ve started to apply for 9-5, to reach out for more flexible positions, to open new doors, to dive further into my creativity to make an income on my terms.
These next few months are intimidating. I don’t know where this site is going or whether it will stay. I hope I can manage it.