Before I was a mom, I spent my days crunching numbers in a corporate American cubicle.

I went to college, got a B.A. in Accounting, passed the CPA exam, and landed a job in the Financial Markets Division of a very large company. I had a great starting salary and a corner office. Just kidding…LOL…I had an entry-level desk with a 10-key calculator – you know the kind with the paper roll? We wrote accounting entries (debits and credits) by hand to be input by someone else into the system. Ahhh…the good ol’ days.

Work was challenging. Learning the ropes of real-world accounting and dealing with traders with big-shot Wall Street personalities wasn’t easy for this small-town girl. I cried in the bathroom more than once. Thankfully, there were many young 20-somethings slaving away with me. We worked long days, but we also had a lot of fun during those DINK (Double Income No Kids) years. A highlight was spending three months in Singapore training the accounting staff in our overseas office.

After Singapore, Rich and I started thinking about kids. We were clueless. We had no idea what we were getting in to (does anyone?) While both of us were raised by stay-at-home moms, we were now immersed in a culture of working moms. I don’t remember even thinking about what we’d do about work after our baby was born.

We were 28 years old when our blue-eyed baby girl burst into our lives and turned our world upside down. After maternity leave, I went back to work three days a week. Leaving Ashley at daycare was hard, but isn’t that what college-educated professionals do?

As time went on, I grew tired of climbing the corporate ladder. Not that I really made it very far. I was an accounting manager with a few direct reports. It was a job, but it wasn’t a calling. By the time I was pregnant with our bouncing baby boy, we decided it was time to take the leap. I quit my job, packed up my desk, and went home.

And oh man was that hard! I was used to busy days in the office. Now I was literally waiting for the mail to come so I’d have something “productive” to do. I had not yet settled into full-time motherhood. So, I started a play group and signed up for family camp.

And that’s where it happened. Life would never be the same.

Tune in next week for the rest of the story…

P.S.

Hindsight is 20/20. If I had to do it over again, I wouldn’t go back to my cubicle after I had Ashley. But transformation doesn’t happen overnight. It took awhile to let go of the past – and embrace a new way of life.

Isn’t that always the case? Sure is. God took the Israelites out of Egypt in a matter of days. It took Him 40 years to take Egypt out of them.

Can you relate? Leave a comment!