I left a bag of Starbucks coffee in my car the other day, and when I returned, the aroma brought me back to 2005. When Brendan and I had just bought our first house, and I worked as a shift supervisor for Starbucks. We bought our house, got a dog, and spent the summer throwing parties, playing in bands, and planning our future as a double income no kid household. I had never wanted to be a mother, (looking back now I think it had more to do with not being with the right person to be a father), and though I knew Brendan wouldn’t mind if we had kids, it just was never a priority. There was too much else to do.
Then October hit, and after two weeks of swearing I had mono or food poisoning because I was leaving Starbucks exhausted and throwing up in the car on the way home after my shift ended at 10:30pm (take that morning sickness!), in a panic we went out to lunch, ordered me the biggest vodka slushie on the menu, and then went home to take the pregnancy test. Ta da! While I tried to say it was an X, Brendan assured me it was a +. And while he grinned, I burst into tears. “You aren’t dying…” he said. “I might as well be.” I replied (gonna go back and blame that on booze and hormones, I am not proud.)
I am not a religious person. I gave that up long ago, but I am a spiritual one. And there were just enough complications both during my pregnancy and during delivery to make us realize that Jack is truly a gift, that we didn’t need to tempt fate more than once, and that every minute the three of us are together is precious (though there are days that it doesn’t feel like it when he is having a tantrum of epic proportions). Literally, the minute we found out, we made a conscious decision to change our lives. The things we thought were so important, suddenly became so trivial. We threw ourselves into being parents, focusing on every decision as to how it would impact him or us as a unit, and never looked back.
Which in a roundabout way, is why we are opening a company this week. Because Jack is my full time job, despite that Master’s Degree I hold. We made the choices we needed to make, to keep me at home until he was ready to go to school full time. And now that he is going to go full time next year, we are still making the choices so that he can be number one. My parents worked when I was younger, and I understand that one person staying home is not always an option for everyone. While I don’t blame my parents for doing what they had to do, there are situations, and experiences, that I was exposed to that I don’t want Jack exposed to. Had a parent been home, the opportunity for those exposures would have been limited. The same with subsequent choices in my adolescent life and early adulthood. Had my parents been able to be involved, I am sure some of my choices would have had different outcomes. I don’t want to protect him from life, but I also don’t want to not be a guiding force for him.
Opening the store gives me that chance to make sure I am here whenever he wants me to be, but gives me a chance to do something that I am passionate about too. I hope when he is older, he can realize how much every day, we have chosen our paths, so that his path is open for him to choose. And I hope he chooses wisely.