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Be Brave Guest Post Series Family Motherhood Parenting

Be Brave: At the End of the Day

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I love doing this Be Brave Series because I learn so much about other bloggers, and their journeys in motherhood that are sometimes so similar to mine, and other times, so different. Tracey has an amazing story. I’m not sure if I could do what she had to do to help her family survive. But, when you’re a Mom, sometimes you do things you never thought you could before. And, that my friends, is being brave. Check out Tracey’s story below and make sure to visit her on her amazing blog, too. If you want to be part of my Be Brave Guest Post Series, go here.

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I’ve always been a down-home kind of girl. I spent the first twenty-one years of my life in the same home (which is still owned by my parents), I went to the local university rather than go abroad, and for the first two decades of my life I hardly ever left the province at all. I grew up surrounded by grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins, and I liked it that way. Even moving a ninety-minute drive away for a job felt like a huge personal sacrifice because before that I had always been able to see any of my family whenever I pleased.

After my move a series of events occurred. My boyfriend got a job at the same paper mill where I’d been working, I as an instrumentation technician and he as an electrician. We got engaged, and then married. We bought a house. I got pregnant and gave birth to the light of our lives, our sweet, smart, beautiful little girl. I couldn’t have been happier.

And then the paper mill closed down with very little warning, just as I was returning to work from maternity leave. I had a baby girl and a mortgage with almost twenty years left on it, and my husband and I had both lost our jobs in one fell swoop. To say that I panicked would be a rather large understatement. On the day that we were told about the closure I locked myself in the ladies locker room and had a private anxiety attack. I’m not ashamed to say that I would up sobbing, wondering how in the world we were going to be able to pay our mortgage on two unemployment cheques. Jobs in our field are very difficult to find in Nova Scotia, so I had little hope that we would find anything else, at least not within driving distance of our house, and we had even less chance of selling the house in order to move since the paper mill in question had been effectively the only thing keeping the economy in this town afloat.

We did okay for a little while, through the virtues of excellent spending habits and a modest savings account. I tried my very best to enjoy having some extra time at home with the baby. Nothing had ever been so precious to me, so I focused on her, on singing her songs, teaching her numbers and letters, and introducing her to my favorite cartoons.

But eventually we would need an income again. We exhausted our options in Nova Scotia, which was even more difficult than it otherwise might have been since all the other displaced mill employees were doing the same. We looked in the nearby provinces – knowing in the backs of our minds that we would be still be trapped in a mortgage if we ended up moving – but the pickings were slim. The only company that called us both for an interview subsequently turned us away (and that was actually a bit of a relief because after visiting that particular city neither of us could stomach the idea of moving there).

Eventually the reality came down on us like a ton of bricks. One of us would have to go out West for work.

If you don’t live in Canada you might not understand, so I’ll explain. The East side of Canada is rife with unemployment. The West side of Canada is booming because of the Alberta oil sands. Therefore lots of Easterners (Nova Scotians, Newfoundlanders, New Brunswickers) eventually wind up going out that way for work. Some people pack up their families and move out there, but many of what are referred to as “skilled workers” (tradesmen, construction workers, etc) and laborers end up going right into the heart of the oil sands on shift work. That means flying in and living in an employee camp while you work for x-number of weeks, and then flying home again for your days off. In these cases your family cannot come with you because the camps are for employes only, and you can not live elsewhere while on the job.

It was always something that I knew lots of people did, but I never imagined that it might be something that I would have to do. For a girl like me, who never even contemplated the concept of leaving home, it took a crazy amount of bravery just to make the decision to start applying for “out West” jobs. A very…shaky kind of bravery.

My husband got the first call, and in May of 2012 he flew out to Grand Prairie, Alberta. It wasn’t me leaving, but watching him go took bravery on both sides. The job he’d gotten wasn’t the kind that allowed him to return home every few weeks. By estimation he would be out there for several months, and there was no use in me going out with him because the daycare options out there would not allow me to work as well. So it was going to be several months without my husband, taking care of our daughter on my own. It was scary as hell, and I can only imagine how it felt for my husband.

He was gone for a month – a miserable month that we spent missing each other terribly. It was a full thirty days during which my husband couldn’t hold his year-old daughter. And just as that month was rounding up, I got a phone call. It was a call for a job, one that had a shift of two weeks working and two weeks off, with flights to and from so that I would be home for half of each month. The job paid twice what my husband was currently making. It was, by all accounts, an amazing opportunity, and it would allow my husband to come home from a job that was sucking the life out of him.

In the few weeks I had between when my husband got home and when I was to leave were torturous. I’m not too proud to admit that I was scared as hell. I’d never been across the country before, I’d never been on an airplane before, I’d never been away from my family for extended periods of time before, and in the seventeen months since she’d been born I hadn’t been away from my daughter for more than a night. I was positively terrified.

The day that I flew out for the first time my husband and daughter saw me off before I walked through the security gate. The little missy kept trying to leap out of her father’s arms and into mine, but I wouldn’t let her because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to handle passing her back. So instead I gave her a hug and about a million kisses, and I told my husband to take damn good care of her. Then, with a shaky smile plastered on my face, I forced myself to march through security. I had about twenty minutes at the gate before I could board and I spent every second of it trying not to cry in front of a room full of strangers.

Could You Live Apart As a Family If You Had To? How One Mom Had to Leave Her Family Behind to Help Them Survivephoto credit: misspixels via photopin cc. Text added

I’d like to say that I faced this new adventure with my head held high. I’d like to say that I was “brave” in the traditional sense. The truth is that for that first shift I was pretty damn miserable. It was a new job with new people, in a place I’d never been, and at the end of the day I couldn’t go home to my husband and daughter. There were rules I hadn’t been warned about, security procedures that I didn’t understand, and a whole new routine that I had to learn, and at the end of the day I couldn’t go home to my husband and daughter. They were twelve-hour days with an hour a day worth of bus rides, and the extraordinarily dry Albertan air made my nose bleed every single morning, and at the end of the day I couldn’t go home to my husband and daughter.

I’d love to say that I faced it all with a hard heart and a proud attitude, but I’d be lying through my teeth. That first shift was extremely difficult in a number of ways. But I did it because my family needed it, and I kept doing it because it turned out to be a very good thing for my family. Choosing to work out West allowed us to recoup the money we’d lost while unemployed. It allowed my husband and I to pay off all our student loans several years early. It allowed my husband to stay home with our daughter, thus eliminating child care from our future budget. It allowed us to give our daughter a couple of truly stupendous Christmases. And, in the long run it has actually allowed me to spend more waking hours with my daughter since I get two weeks out of every four during which there is nothing to stop me from hanging out with her as much as I damn well please.

All this because, though I really really didn’t want to, I forced myself to be brave for the sake of taking care of my family.

Tenuously-held-back tears and all, definitely one of my finer moments.

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o01UrQFx_400x400Tracey Lynn Tobin is a pre-published writer and blogger from Nova Scotia, Canada. When she’s not working in Alberta she lives at home with her husband of almost five years and their three-year-old princess/superhero. Tracey loves to spend her free-time playing her Playstation Vita and watching a wild variety of cartoons with her daughter. She is currently working on publishing her zombie apocalypse novel, Nowhere to Hide, while also working on other projects and blogging on a variety of topics. You can find Tracey on her blog, No Page Left Blank , and also on her Twitter account and Facebook Author Page.


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  1. Christi Corbett says

    June 21, 2014 at 8:14 am

    Tracey,

    I’m tearing up at your description of leaving your family for the first time. Well done to you and your hubby for doing what you needed to support your family, and I’m thrilled everything turned out okay for your family.

    Christi Corbett

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    • Tracey Tobin says

      June 21, 2014 at 11:56 am

      Thanks so much Christi! It was really rough in the beginning and if I’m honest it’s still really rough sometimes, but you’ve got to take care of your family. 🙂

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  2. Ana Lynn says

    June 21, 2014 at 9:11 am

    I can honestly say I admire you. And I applaud you for your bravery. I think in your situation I would probably wind up doing the same even though my heart would be breaking. I am glad everything turned out for the best for your family.

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    • Tracey Tobin says

      June 21, 2014 at 11:58 am

      Aw, thanks so much, Ana! It’s definitely nice I be bolstered up a little when you feel like you’re sacrificing something. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting!

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  3. Louise says

    June 21, 2014 at 2:53 pm

    I can’t imagine the courage it would take to work away from my kids. This is very brave.

    I am Canadian – in Ottawa – but worked in politics for a while so I have a few East Coast friends who ended up in Alberta – your description was very good.

    Finally -I’m glad everything worked out so well in the end. It sounds like you have found a nice balance.

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    • Tracey Tobin says

      June 21, 2014 at 4:46 pm

      It’s not always easy, even after all this time, but I know that it’s the right thing for my family right now and that if I’m diligent and we get our house paid off I’ll be able to pick and choose what I want to do after that. That’s the future I’m working toward. 🙂

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  4. Chris Carter says

    June 21, 2014 at 9:36 pm

    Oh what an amazing woman and mother you are Tracey! I can’t imagine taking those fearful steps so far away and for so long!! I love that the decision turned out to be a HUGE blessing for you and your family! It’s amazing when we take those first steps- the courage somehow rises within us. Your an inspiration!

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    • Tracey Tobin says

      June 22, 2014 at 8:11 pm

      Oh my gosh, thank you Chris! I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself refered to as an inspiration…lol Yes it’s great that everything worked out so well, and I’m working hard for a future where our house is paid off and I can spend my days writing from home and enjoying my family to the absolute fullest. 🙂

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  5. Thomas Slatin says

    June 22, 2014 at 10:41 am

    I have admired you and your writing for a very long time now. However, after reading your story, I can honestly say that I admire you even more now than ever before. I admire your courage, strength, and perseverance, especially in the face of adversity and troubling economic times.

    What surprised me is that you chose to stay close to home most of your life. I was already away from home for months at a time by age 12. My parents sent me to summer camp, then away to boarding school and college some several hundred miles from home. Up until I met my wife-to-be, I practically lived out of a suitcase or in temporary residence; wherever life took me.

    Even my employment history has taken me away from home. I have worked in the emergency medical services profession since age 18, and a handful of places required 1 week on, 1 week off scheduling. It is something that can truly challenge any relationship, but thankfully in my case, it made my relationship with the misses even stronger.

    I wish you the best in all that you do, and I would very much like to read more about your adventures in your new job.

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    • Tracey Tobin says

      June 22, 2014 at 8:14 pm

      Thanks for popping in to read my story, Tom! I know it may be surprising to many people that I stayed so close to home all those years, but honestly it’s quite common in Eastern Canada. Plenty of people leave, but just as many stay. It’s the kind of area where entire extended families grow up together, the kind of place where kids choose to go to community college so that they can save money by living at home, and the kind of place that most people long to return to once they’ve left. My husband and I have talked before about the possibility of moving away, but in the long run it just isn’t something we WANT to do. We want our daughter to grow up around her grandparents and her only cousin and to know what it’s like to have tons of family around her all the time, like we did when we were growing up. 🙂

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  6. Charlee Anne says

    July 11, 2014 at 10:21 pm

    It’s so nice to hear that so much good came from such a hard trial. We are going through a trial similar to yours (we haven’t had to move yet), but I am convinced that whatever happens, it will be for our good.

    I love how you write, by the way!

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