I remember a time when I wasn’t as big of a klutz as I am now………
Go ask my mom she’s got stories to tell you.
I’ve always been tripping over my own two feet and falling all over myself, which is why everyone in my whole life asked me why I wanted to be a welder.
Strange I know especially for anyone who knows me well. I burn myself at work and that’s saying something since I make sandwiches every day. I never in a million years that this would be the path that I would choose but then you know the saying ‘God works in mysterious ways.’
Well let me tell you this is definitely a mysterious way. It’s like the path less traveled, the road least walked and yadda yadda. You know what I’m talking about. Haven’t you ever looked at your life and thought how did I get here and then you look again and you’re like oh yeah I didn’t really choose this but I am really enjoying where I’ve ended up.
A year and a half ago I wouldn’t have said that. To baffle myself I can’t believe I’m saying it now. I never thought my life would turn out that way that it has. Having a baby after being told by countless doctors I never would, Losing the love of my life, moving into my grandparents’ house with a newborn, starting a new job, being a single mom and going to school. Talk about a lot going on. But for me that’s how it’s always been and that’s how I remember it. Now if you ask any of my family they would tell you another story guaranteed.
So back to me being a klutz. I can’t tell you what I was thinking when I joined a technical school to become a welder, maybe it was because my step-dad, my step-brother and my other brother all know how to do it or if it was because my sister went to the same school to become a dental assistant. But my mom was sitting next to me and my son was playing with blocks the counsels had given him and she was telling me how amazing this program was and all I could think was I need to be able to support myself and my child and if this is the way to do it then so be it let’s do it. And just like that I signed my name on the dotted line, (there wasn’t actually a dotted line but you get the picture.)
So here I am a welder, I was bullied for a little while, there are still a few guys who won’t sit near me during class and then there’s a few who have ‘taken me under their wings’ so to say because they think it’s awesome to see a girl going ‘a man’s job.’ Which makes me laugh have none of you seen the Rosie the Riviter posters from back in the day?
I did on accident weld my glove to my hand one week and another week I set myself on fire not on purpose but I didn’t even know I was on fire and I just so happened to look down and ahhhhhh there were flames eating away at my shirt. I’ve even have the pictures to prove it. Not that I’m going to show them to you because I don’t want you to laugh at how large the hole in my shirt is. But oh well it happens and since then I can say I haven’t set myself on fire again. And now everytime I walk past a certain. Teacher he calls me firebug. Great.
Now after I signed up my mom immediately text my step-dad to tell her, which made me laugh and he then and still looks for jobs for me and tell me all these amazing things about how female welders are better welders (no offense guys but it’s been proven look it up,) and he makes me feel better when I feel like I’ve gotten in over my head and need to change careers, which don’t tell me you’ve never thought that.
As a single mom, it’s hard to be able to support yourself let alone another human who depends on you for everything. As my little guy is my world I want to be able to give him everything including a strong role model to look up to and if I can be that to him then I’ll take it. It’s so worth it. I want him to look at me and think how lucky he is to have a mom who can weld (which is cool, admit it) and also be strong and independent and can take care of herself without needing anyone’s help. (Although sometimes we ALL need help.)
So, to recap, I’ve welded a glove to my hand, I’ve set myself on fire, I’ve burned and cut and bruised myself so badly that I wear sweatpants at home because I look like a cheetah who has purple and blue spots instead of whatever color they really are, (don’t judge me just because I don’t know, do you?)
I love getting dirty and building things I always have I’d show you pictures but I don’t think there is enough space here to show you the many things I’ve built just to do it for practice.
I guess what I’m trying to say is it’s hard figuring out what you want to do when you’re as accident prone as I am. So maybe don’t choose a career where you can hurt yourself with big machines. Just saying.