The date was 1987. My husband had just returned from his job in the city — over 1 hour away. (traffic) He looked dejected. I said, “What’s the matter?”
He replied, “My boss wouldn’t give me the raise he promised. He said I wasn’t worth it.”
Now if that doesn’t hurt — nothing will. He wasn’t worth it?
Of course, I knew he was worth it and to me, a promise is a promise. The difference between what was promised and what he now offered wasn’t much. We had a small growing family of 3 children, and a mortgage. The amount wasn’t going to make or break us as a family but his boss had reneged on his promise. That would make for a bad relationship and he couldn’t be trusted in the future. My husband was the sole breadwinner.
Thank the Lord, for these opportunities.
If he hadn’t been belittled, if we didn’t feel the mental anguish — would we have been willing to jump into a new situation?
As we talked it over, suddenly I said, “Do you think you could start your own company?”
Start your own company?
Now, this may sound crazy, but my husband had worked for 3 companies during his work career — he had seen the problems but been unable to do anything to stop them from happening.
One company hired an accountant to run a sales driven company. Always looking at the bottom line is not the best way to run the company. That company is no longer in existence. Hubby left that one after they chose this accountant over a brilliant sales manager.
Now here we were again and only three years with this new company.
For thirteen years I had stayed home with my little troop. And I must say I had a blast — best fun ever. Yes, there were trials but I thrived on living, playing and teaching my kids. Two children were in school but we still interacted after school and I had a preschooler too.
Now we stood at the crossroads. What would we do?
After much thought, careful consideration — and looking at the pros and cons we decided to see what “starting our own business” entailed. My husband had actually flirted with this idea for some time — just never voiced it.
My husband continued to work at the company.
I started to use my time to research incorporation in Canada; find a lawyer and find an accountant. There was no Google in those days so it meant many trips to the library to do research. I still had a preschooler so she went with me to study in the library.
We decided that I had better go back to teaching so we could eat and pay the mortgage. After 13 years off, that was not going to be easy. I had been supply teaching a little. I visited 17 schools and dropped off my resume. I had a couple of interviews but wasn’t chosen.
Summertime had come and my other two kids were home. More trips to the library. More talks. More questions. More phone calls.
Time was running out
August arrived. We weren’t sure what to do. We couldn’t begin without my having a job. And I had a child that would be going to Kindergarten only 1/2 day? A call came in. Would I come for an interview? The position was only for three half days per week — and teaching — MUSIC. That’s right music.
The principal had seen me supply teach in a grade 7 class — recorders. I played a simple tune on the piano. But teaching music — me?
I think that was one of the biggest hurdles we faced. Could I teach music? I accepted the job. Now it meant researching how to teach music for grades 1–6? Thankfully I found a set of records [those are black disks that go around and around on a record player.] They showed me how to teach kids to sing to the music.
Where was I to teach?
In front of the principal’s office, because they had no space for a music room. I had a screen set up for a little privacy. But I taught that class 3 half days a week in front of the principal. I had the kids learning to play instruments — drums, cymbals — rhythm instruments all over the hall in small groups and tape recording their efforts. We sang, and at the end of the junior classes, the students got to pick a favourite song. One of those songs was “Lean on me”.
That’s how it all started. I got the 0.3 teaching position. My husband quit his job. And we began a new adventure.
More to come.
Where would we work?
How could we handle 1/2 time Kindergarten with both of us working?
How to find an accountant and pitfalls.
How to find a lawyer and pitfalls.
and on and on…
Just a few of the many questions we had to figure out.
To be continued ….