Simply Living, Part I
Hello, my name is Lynn Parsons. I’m the mother of a six-year-old son and a four-year-old daughter and a contributor to Fayette Woman. My family moved to Fayetteville two years ago, after living in Buffalo, New York and Denver, Colorado. This has become our home and we intend to stay for a very long time.
As a native of rural Maine, I love the small-town feel and appreciation of nature that Fayetteville boasts. Over the years, I have worked for several nonprofits, including a children’s hospital and two universities. Through these jobs, I have met brave children living with cancer, generous donors and volunteers who selflessly give their time and resources. Being able to tell these stories is why I enjoy my work.
Through this blog, I hope to share my own story as a wife, a mother and a professional, and how those worlds overlap. While mine is not filled with the adventures and accomplishments of some of the subjects I have written about, I think many women feel overwhelmed with the ups and downs of family life. After all, as the saying goes, the only constant in life is change.
Speaking of changes, after being laid off from my job as a communications manager earlier this year, I am still adjusting to life as a freelance writer and stay-at-home-mother. Surprisingly, I am finding that I take great pleasure in the mundane tasks that make up family life—tasks that many of us have learned to despise. I enjoy making my kids’ lunches, scanning the weekly grocery circulars and typically find satisfaction in a freshly scrubbed pan.
I hadn’t considered giving up my 9-to-5 job, but the whole family has grown used to having a life that is simpler, unhurried and delightfully manageable. While I am working to drum up more clients and eventually the kids may need to attend after-school child care, It feels right to work from home, at least for now.
For the most part, my kids have been blissfully oblivious to any lifestyle changes. Yesterday, my four-year-old asked me, “Mommy, why do you wear night-night shoes (slippers) at the computer?” Okay, maybe they notice some things, but overall they accept mommy’s casual wardrobe and appreciate that I am now home before sunset each workday.
My husband is grateful that I take care of the household. In fact, he emailed me this morning to say, “Last night’s chicken stew was really good.” After that atta girl, I might even sort his socks. I like to leave the expectations pretty low in this area as I really dislike sorting socks.