by The Wannabe Mom
They say everything happens for a reason.
Last week I proved them right.
I’m thrilled to announce I’ve been promoted to a new position with my company. It’s a position I’ve worked towards since I started here–eight years ago. It’s a position normally reserved for those in their 60s–men in their 60s.
So I’m younger and a woman. So what? I’m qualified. I’ve busted my backside for years. I deserve it.
My boss offered me the job three weeks after our miscarriage–right after my surgery. I was down and out. I had almost given up.
This promotion was just what I needed to bring me back to life.
The new gig scares the beeejeeezus out of me. I’ll admit that. But I dove in head-first anyway. I’m oh-so proud of myself for being such a dare-devil. Normally, I would think twice–or three, four and five times—about taking a risk like this.
I’m super-busy working more hours. I have more responsibility. And I’m bringing home a bigger paycheck now. A plus-plus-plus!
I have a renewed sense of purpose each day, besides producing the perfect follicle.
When we lost our baby, I couldn’t wrap my head around the why. I didn’t understand the reason behind this happening to us. But I can see clearly now.
Had I still been pregnant I would never have accepted a new position with more hours and more stress. I would have been walking on eggshells–consumed with all-things-baby. I would have passed on the opportunity and missed my chance. I doubt an opportunity like this would have ever come around for me again.
These past few months have taught me so many lessons.
I’ve learned sometimes horrible experiences bring fresh starts and a renewed sense of hope—and a renewed sense of self. I’ve learned if I keep barreling through infertility—and life—good things will come my way.
I’ve learned proving people right is, sometimes, just as much fun as proving them wrong.