Some people live for their children. They stay in a career they don't like because it pays well enough to provide the very best for their children. I think that is admirable. Don't get me wrong, I would give my life to save any of my kids, but I have a different outlook.
Although I feel like a little Davy Crockett these days as I explore new frontiers, I still miss my babies when they're at school. I wonder what they're doing and if they're having a good day. I wonder if they ate their lunch, if they went to the bathroom, and more importantly if they washed their hands.
Does motherhood define ME? No. Well, yes. Kind of. (Maybe?)
I am what others would call old school. I believe in the traditional household where the man works and provides for his family while the woman stays home and tends to the house and children. (Read about our ttc story)
Decades of research has shown that higher involvement from fathers in parenting is directly correlated with the child's chances of being successful. Also, it also goes without saying that the child enjoys a more secure emotional environment and a better social life with a supportive dad around them.
If I do not have enough sleep, I am not the mom or person I want to be. I am irritable and have less patience. I do not accomplish things that I need to do. I do not feel well physically, and I am generally unhappy.
Get out there, Momma! Put on pants, brush your hair, try to look like a normal human being, and go make some friends. You got this!
I have an absolutely amazing older son. When my ex-husband left, Eli was there to help pick up the pieces. When I had my emotional collapse, again Eli came to the hospital everyday and even now continues to keep a close eye on me.
My 11-year-old daughter, Haley is playing Jingle Bells on the piano. It's been less than a week since the girls schlepped their backpacks home stuffed with months of worksheets, book reports quizzes, science projects, a clay pinch-pot (penny holder? soap dish?), and a smashed cupcake from the last-day-of-school party.
As we packed up our belongings for another move -- with growing baby in tow -- I put my search for another 9-5 gig on pause. There was a career opportunity right in front of me: stay-at-home mom. I took it.
A few minutes ago, it was just an everyday errand that was thankless and hard and messy. The milk spilled and the baby choked on a sausage chunk and the toddler wanted more pancake syrup. But one day, I might be sitting with my grown sons at a table.
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