“Aspirations? You’re a stay at home mom, you have none.”
That’s what a friend said to me one day. He said he was kidding, but I know how some people view stay at home moms. We watch soap operas and eat bon bons, right? We take naps every day, sit on our rears and let our televisions babysit our children, don’t we?
Not everyone thinks this way of course. However, in my short time of almost two years as a homemaker, I’ve been surprised to meet a few.
Yes, I am a stay at home mom. I am a homemaker. I’m not ashamed for these titles, they are my proudest. I do, as most of us stay at home moms do, have other hats as well though.
First, I am a child of God. My first priority will always be loving God. He is my everything. Without him, I am nothing. Second, I am a wife. My marriage is a gift. I’m one of the lucky ones that falls more and more in love with my husband every day. I am also a Navy veteran, a runner, and a writer. I’ve had very fulfilling titles in my life, but the greatest by far is that of ‘stay at home mom.’ Mothering my two girls, both under two years of age, is my greatest privilege in life. I’m grateful for them. I feel blessed to have the opportunity to stay at home with them and be a mother full time.
Being a mom is also the hardest job I’ve ever had. I can’t remember the last time I took a shower without a baby in a bouncer outside the shower door or my toddler yelling at me from the outside of the bathroom, trying to get in. Some days I skip the shower altogether! Every task that was simple before, such as grocery shopping or preparing dinner, is a challenge with young children. There is no such thing as a break or a sick day. Sometimes at the end of the day, when both kids are finally asleep and I actually sit down, I wonder how I even do it. I miss having a clean, quiet house sometimes. I miss adult conversation sometimes too.
Despite all of the hard work, even after the most frustrating of days, I have to thank God for this role. My girls are sweet blessings I have been given and I wouldn’t choose going back to work over spending my days with them for any amount of money. I know that I can’t get this time back. My Faith will only be a crazy toddler once. My Caroline will only be an infant for a blink of an eye. So I’m soaking it all in, even the not so glamorous moments of tantrums and vomit.
The sleepless nights are worth it when I see my baby smile at me or when my toddler is laughing out loud and dancing in the living room to no music at all.
Oh and I do have aspirations, very big aspirations. My dream is that my kids will grow up to be good people that love God more than the world. If I can raise my daughters to do this, I will have succeeded in life.