Recently I was chatting and catching up on Facebook with a friend I’ve known since high school. He complimented me on my happy life and adorable kid, but then he said something profound- “Congratulations on all your success.”
When was the last time you- Stay-at-Home-Mom- thought of yourself as successful? Forget what other people think, their opinion doesn’t matter. But yours does. It can affect how you treat yourself, your husband, your children, your friends. If you think that being a stay-at-home-mom is settling for less than your best then your life will reflect that.
I am a stay-at-home-mom by choice, and I feel incredibly blessed to be able to have made that choice. My husband has supported this dream since before we were even married. And while I have always regarded my situation as a blessing, it wasn’t until my friend put it so succinctly that I viewed it as success. But it is! We set a goal, we worked for it, and we’re working every single day to keep it a reality! Every meal made at home, every Redbox night in instead of a movie out, every cloth diaper washed is helping me stay home with my daughter and live my dream of being Mommy.
Being a stay-at-home-mom isn’t glamorous, but it can be incredibly rewarding! The thing that determines whether or not you feel rewarded or feel like you’re drowning in cheerios and laundry is your attitude.
A friend of mine came over last week and was lamenting about daycare and how much she hates taking her child there. She would so much rather be home with him, but they’re just not able to do so financially right now. There are moms out there who would love to be in your
fuzzy slippers shoes. They would love to have tea parties and afternoon snuggles. They would love to listen to that Elmo’s World episode about teeth for the 20th time while attempting to fold a basket of laundry.
It can be so challenging to think positively on those hard days- maybe the baby is teething, or there’s some mom’s group drama, or maybe that perfect Pinterest activity for your toddler just destroyed the bathroom rug. But you got to lay your child down for a nap. You got to hear her say “Mommy!” when she woke up. You got to feed him a snack and watch him pretend that the raisins are bugs and he’s an anteater. You got to read to them, sing with them, dance with them. You’re building a relationship with your children that would never be possible if you didn’t stay home. Sure your hair is dirty and you can’t remember the last time you wore that little black dress or had an uninterrupted phone conversation. But they won’t remember that; they’ll remember that Mommy loved them and was there for them. If that’s not success, I don’t know what is.