The writing prompt for this blog has come from @Post40Bloggers.

I have had a comfortable life so far. I have had my share of childhood trauma, after all, being a child of divorced parents where the Mother has left the home wasn’t common in the late sixties/early seventies. We left our home county and moved to a brand new secondary school, not exactly fun times, and eventually my siblings went to live with our Mother. A difficult relationship with my step-mother (I am sure she did her best, and I am also sure I wasn’t easy to live with, but hey, that is a teenagers job) and an abusive relationship with a fiance which fortunately I saw sense and broke off before I met my future husband. Would I change this? No. It has formed me as the person I am.

As I was leaving Sixth Form I started to consider what I was going to do for work. I wasn’t going to go to University, mostly for financial reasons. I am hoping to do something about this, I don’t know what I want to study, or why I want to do a degree other than to prove to myself that I can do it. I don’t know what I would do with it either. It is probably too late for me to start a new career, my plans don’t include that. If circumstances change, then perhaps the plan will change too!  I wanted to join the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps. My Dad hated that idea. He didn’t want me to sign up. He had been in the Army himself and I wonder if that coloured his opinion. We agreed that I would spend two years in civvy street and if I still wanted to join the QA then I could with his blessing. Two years in a bank, I had met my future husband and all thoughts of joining the army had gone! Would I change that? No, I wouldn’t. If I changed that I wouldn’t have been married for 32 years and had 2 wonderful sons.

I have had mostly admin style jobs during my working life. When we got married we  decided that my working life would take a lower priority than my husband’s. Remember, it was a very different time in the early 80’s. I am NOT complaining about this. We discussed it before we married, we knew that when we had children that we wanted for me to stay at home at least until they were school age, and my husband’s job could (and did) mean having to move to different parts of the country. Would I change this? No, it was what we both wanted.

I have always, since I have been an adult, tried to volunteer for different organisations. I have read books for the blind, done sponsored events, been on committees, was a Scouter for 15 years, probably gave more time than I should have and neglected my family a bit as a result. I wouldn’t change any of that – well, would probably take the politics and the paperwork out, but I have something else I would rather change.

So what would I change? I haven’t had a career. I don’t have a pension of my own, I don’t have a path that I can show I have travelled, and progressed, been successful. If I could change this, I would choose a career which I could have taken with me as we moved home. Probably in the teaching profession. Probably at Junior School level. I the way that children will absorb knowledge if it is presented well, in an engaging way. Having been involved in teaching on the sidelines (as a Pre-school practitioner and as a Scouter) I have been privileged to have been involved with youngsters and to have had some sort of impact on their lives. I know I have made a difference, they and their parents have told me so. I am grateful for that. Perhaps if I had chosen a career, I could have made more of a difference.