The thing I miss out on as a stay at home Mom.
I always wanted to be a stay-at-home Mom. From the time I started thinking about kids (which was probably later for me than it is for many other women) I just knew I wanted to stay home. I worked a full time corporate job before having my first daughter and I loved my job- but not like I love being a Mom. I think it is better than winning the lottery. Children are only small for such a short time and I don’t want to miss a second of their little lives before I have to send them out into this great big world. So I stay home without regret. I can’t say I had some great plan about how we would manage financially- and I still don’t- but we’re making it work.
I don’t have a lot of reasons to leave the house lately. With two toddlers, going out in public is not the easiest of tasks; but I don’t miss “getting out” all that much. I talk to toddlers all day but adult conversation is not the thing I miss out on. Climbing the “corporate ladder” everyday made me feel productive and challenged- but it’s something I can live without for now. The paycheck… well, ok, sometimes I do miss the paycheck- but that is not the thing care about missing out on.
What I miss out on because I am a stay-at-home Mom is…
Two little girlies standing at the door with anticipation when I come home. Their tiny hands pressed up to the glass with big smiles on their faces as they notice my car driving toward the house. I can just see them mouthing “Mommy” and “Ma-ma” as I pull in the driveway. When I get out of the car they start to jump up and down because they are so excited I am home. Before I even can put down my purse, they are jumping into my arms. I get big squeezes that seem to last forever and I don’t want to let go. They can’t wait to tell me what they had been doing and share their silly stories. My little one “talks” and talks- even though most of it is just gibberish; she knows what she is saying and she can’t wait to tell me all about it. And I can’t wait to listen. It seems like I have been gone forever even though it has only been hours. I feel loved, and missed, and appreciate. And lucky.
I miss out on this daily show of love. I don’t get the “welcome” that Daddy gets when he comes in the door. No one asks when Mommy is coming home, if she’s almost here, or if she is done working. Mommy has been here all day. They see me all the time. They don’t get to miss me very often. And I don’t get to miss them. This is the thing I miss out on being a stay-at-home mom.
Would I give up being the one to put them down for their nap? Eating breakfast with them and singing the Peppa Pig theme song? Nope. I sure wouldn’t. But that is my decision. I will just have to give Dad this one special thing.