Mom, that was my name for a very long time. John’s mom. Can John’s mom make a cake for the kindergarten party? Elizabeth’s (then Liz’s) mom. Can Elizabeth’s mom handle the car pool to ballet today? Grace’s mom. Can Grace’s mom go on the field trip? Hannah’s mom. Did Hannah’s mom mean to have a fourth kid, at her age? (I most certainly did).
Of course, at the same time I was also Nick’s wife. Nick’s wife is a really good cook. What does Nick’s wife do all day? Hang out at pool with their kids? S’pose she would take ours along too?
Flashback to life before kids. (Dinosaurs had just gone extinct.) I graduated from Cleveland State University, didn’t get a teaching job and ended up working at IBM. Learned that the corporation is not your friend, and left for good as soon we had our first child. Never looked back. Never. I was happy, content even, being Mom. One child followed another. Blessings. Nick, my husband, bore the weight of bringing in the mullah while I manned (wo-manned) the home front. It was a good life. A very good life indeed. Exhausting. Satisfying.
Life has seasons. There came a point when I felt I needed to step up and walk through a new door. Two kids in college at the same time, another couple to follow. Home Equity Line of Credit growing uncomfortably large. I was teaching piano – gosh, lots of piano. Teaching piano is probably the best thing you can do to increase your patience! I loved it and I endured it at the same time. Music enveloped me for a decade and I was washed in its beauty. But teaching piano doesn’t pay for college tuition.
Then one late night on came an infomercial (did you know the Lord can talk to you through an infomercial?) and I heard I could be a real estate investor. Me! Wait, Me? Yes, me. I got educated and I walked with courage and fear through the door I saw cracked open before me. (Knock, and the door shall be opened.)
Fast forward a hundred plus deals later; I’ve been teaching real estate investment around the world. Quite a thrill for a stay-at-home Mom. Now the questions sound more like…Where did you say your mom was this week? New Zealand
The love of my life, my husband of 38 years, was able to leave his job and let me bring in the mullah while he basks in his new career as an actor. My son is my business partner. Life is miraculous.
I’d be honored to help you push open a door or two. Here we go.