Anyway...
I have another confession...I once sorta, kinda judged the stay at home moms too (wow, I was really judgemental). In high school and university I was an over-achiever (and maybe in some ways, I still am but that's likely for another post). I was all about studying and getting the grades to ensure an amazing career that I would be proud of and that my parents would be proud of. My mom stayed home for a good part of my childhood and I was glad to have her there when I needed her and appreciated all of her work (even though I underestimated all that was involved in running a household with five kids!!), I didn't really understand her desire to stay home. Didn't she want to make her own money and contribute to society? (that sounds really bad and I apologize to my mother, but that's what I thought).
As I got older and friends started to have kids, I started to understand a little bit better, but it wasn't until I had Ruby that I truly got it. Parenting is difficult and emotional, it's exhausting and amazing. The connection to this little person is indescribable and overwhelming. I can tell you that I have cried (ugly cried!) because my heart is so full that sometimes it hurts. I knew early on that leaving her to return to work would be almost impossible. I didn't want to miss anything and needed to spend my days with her. I wanted to parent her in a particular way and even though I have hard days and days where my patience is thin (did I mention that we still don't sleep through the night?), I couldn't imagine anyone doing a better job than me with my child.

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