Being a happy stay at home mom isn’t the point. I’m just going to go ahead and cut to the chase, now. Having happy children isn’t the point, either. #shocker. The point of being a stay at home mom is so that you are present, available, and the primary influence and care taker in your children’s lives. In a world …
My oldest is ten, and I still find myself feeling inadequate as a mom. Watching heavily involved moms at the park has me second guessing my decision to encourage independence; like pretending not to see my son licking all of the playground equipment. And does anyone know how much puddle water is too much to safely ingest? I find if …
When I decided that I was quitting social media for a year, even I was skeptical. I mean, if you’re living in the 21st Century but not posting about it, are you even alive? It wasn’t a long drawn, well thought out move, either. It was a completely spur-of-the-moment, conviction-of-the-soul, fit of desperation. Basically, I was sick of myself and …
I was unfamiliar with the stay at home mom blues, when they struck, because for the majority of my mom hood, I’ve been a mom of one. She was a compliant, wiser than her years, totally my tiny buddy one; I never had to worry much about how I would do anything because she was so easy to do everything …
I remember clear as day the moment I told my mom, with the haughty arrogance that only comes from being fifteen years old and full of worldly knowledge and superiority, that I would never be just a stay at home mom. I said it because that’s what she was. And I was mad. And in that moment I saw her …
I was born with a melancholy personality. It’s true. I have a natural tendency to be slightly gloomy, and I’m totally okay with that. In fact, I might be a little too okay with that… a little too comfortable with an “eh” fog hovering around me. I know, I know, that’s the first paragraph anyone would want to read when …
“Oh, I’m just a stay at home mom.” I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them, one in particular ringing in my ears. Just. I’m just this. I just do that. Except, there’s really no “just” about who I am or what I do all day everyday. I’m betting the same is true for you, too. …