Being a working mommy is hard.
Being a single mommy is hard.
Let's just face it - being a mommy is just.... plain.... hard.
It's the hardest, most tiring job you will ever do.
But today, I want to just talk about the unique challenges of the SAHM, because that's what I am and it's what I know.
| Tucker the growing boy |
The going-back-to-school SAHM
The home-business SAHM
The I-wanna-be-a-Duggar SAHM
The country-club-socialite SAHM
The volunteer SAHM
The homeschool SAHM
Well, I could go on but you get the picture. We all, as women, seem to look for something to "define ourselves as" other that just a Stay-At-Home-Mom. We sometimes seem afraid to just simply be about the business of our home and family. We seem afraid to let that be enough.
| Lila Grace and her bow |
I am simply a Stay at Home Mom. I choose to be a Stay at Home Mom. I love it, mostly. I spend my days wiping various bodily fluids off children, teaching counting and behavior, fixing meals, doing laundry, and cleaning up messes. And that's ok - I don't need to be defined as something else. I'm not ashamed that this is "all" I do. I don't feel as if my college education is being wasted (can education ever really be wasted) or that my talents could be used better by some organization that needs my help.
| Lyra Kate and that red hair |
I am spending the best years of my childrens' childhood with them - day in and day out. That's not to say that I don't dabble in a few things -
I am learning new things everyday so I am continuing my education.
I am reselling things we don't need anymore so I am making a bit of money.
I am in the unsure-if-God-will-bless-us-with-more-children stage so who knows how big our family will get.
I am not of the country club set but that's not something I will ever miss. Scott is terrible at golf anyway!
I am a volunteer at our church and in this stage of life that's all I can manage.
I am a homeschool mom but we haven't officially started yet.
At the end of the day though, I am just a mommy. And that's all I need to be. I have chosen to sacrifice material things (and some sanity) to be the one who invests in my children all day, every day. I am privileged to get to do this. I know. I am blessed.
I'm just raising children and becoming an expert at accepting sticky hugs and snotty kisses without flinching.
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