Two years ago that very first baby of mine graduated from high school and left to attend BYU. He moved into his own apartment and took care of himself, except for some of the monetary things (and I am assuming the bathroom was on its own too). So after talking it over with my husband I decided it was a good time to go back to work and make some extra money to facilitate my son's moving out (which can also be interpreted as: "More money, more food in the fridge, more peace and quiet, more of our own time on the couch, etc"). Of course, we missed him, but we knew this was the way of things. People grow up and move on. So after years of wiping noses, chasing after little ones, and disciplining, I was ready to be a career person again. I was ready to be dignified.
I work in special ed. What did I do today? I cleaned B's runny green nose, I chased G down the hall as he ran away laughing at me, and I crawled on my stomach, in my nice new white Christopher and Banks shirt, under the door of the bathroom stall to pull N out. Yes, I am a dignified career person. And I love every minute of it.