Identity Crisis

For the past (almost) two years I have had the opportunity to continue my career as a Dental Assistant. Shortly after moving to Savannah, GA, I stumbled upon a place called Kids Dentistree (with plenty of divine help) where I learned how to work with children. It was an incredibly challenging and engaging experience that I am so thankful for.

When The Babe and I decided it would be best for us to move back home for the holiday season and into the new year, we knew that we would be saying goodbye to all we had known for two years - - which included my job. I was distressed that I had to say goodbye to an amazing team of co-workers and all the cute kiddos. But God knows what's best, and we felt He had expressed guidance to us, so we followed suit and I found myself, too soon, on my last day of work.

My co-workers spoiled me, that's for sure. I never felt more love from that office than I did in my last week there. The women there are truly amazing and work their tails off. They deserve all that life has to offer and I could never be more thankful for them having dealt with all my quirks and crazy (and all the morning sickness).

As I drove away from my office for the last time, I felt sort of confused. For two years I've only known myself as Cassady: Wife, Fur-Baby Owner, Child of God, and Dental Assistant. Even though the first three would always remain the same, I still felt strange knowing that an occupation I have come to identify myself with over the last four years was now at an end.

The Babe and I decided early on in our marriage that when the time came to start a family, if we could, we would want me to be a stay-at-home-mom. It's what both our mothers did (bless them) and it's what we want for our family. So, I knew, driving away, that I was finished (at least, as far as I could see in the future) with that part of myself. It sort of sent me into an identity crisis. It felt so strange driving away knowing I wouldn't be returning Monday morning.

Here I am, so pregnant, trying to figure out how I am supposed to be a military wife and a mother in the next coming months. Those things seem to scare me more than the intimidation I felt first entering the dental world. But, as God always has a plan, I have faith that I'll find my way. It just takes time and experience, just like any other job. I know that, but it doesn't make it much less intimidating.

So, as I got out of my car and headed into our house which was not nearly full enough of packed boxes and dirty laundry, I laid my career down to rest as a DA, took a deep breath, and headed into the unknown world of military, motherhood, and the all too familiar one of moving.


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