Mark is in the television industry here in Hollywood. And as I have mentioned numerous times, that life is far from glamorous. The hours are ungodly. Life is dictated by deadlines, endless changes and airtime. And clients could care less about your home life and responsibilities.They need to get their shows done and that, that I understand. I would also venture to say, no I know for a fact, that Mark and I are the exception within his working community. You have many people who are single. Or maybe married to someone in the business. And certainly the size of our family, rivals most anyone in his circle. And the complexities to our family unit only compound the uniqueness of it. His career is very stressful on marriages and family life, to say the least.
Through the years, we have never, ever sat down and had family dinners together. Mark has never been able to coach a team. And yesterday for instance, as I picked Joe up from soccer, I looked around and I was the only mom doing carpool. That is the way it has always been since we had our first child 25 years ago. And one of the saddest reality checks as to the toll his work can be on us all, came when Caitlin was about 10. We were driving in the car and out of the blue she says, " Remember when we didn't know who our dad was?" Broke my heart and tore Mark's into pieces.
But, with all that said, the end result is, Mark has a job. A really good job. A job that he loves. A job that he is dedicated to and is respected tremendously for. I have been blessed to be a stay home mom from the moment we brought our first child home from the hospital. I have never lost sight of that gift. Over the last few years, as the our economy has spiraled to the state it is and the unemployment rate has surged to where it is at, I am grateful for the security of my husbands job and the benefits that have come with that employment.
And as Mark begins his newest show, 'The Biggest Loser", the first week in December and I roll over in the wee hours of the night and he is not there, I will revisit this post and remind myself of my gratitude for my husband job. I can't promise that that gratitude will always help me through the missing of having a partner to help parent in the difficult moments with the kids or during the times of missing the companionship that comes in the quiet, lonely times, but I will try. I really will.