Well, the black rain cloud is still out there weather-wise, but it has lifted some in my spirit. Now if we can just wade home tonight at 5pm, I’ll be very happy! It’s been pouring the rain on and off since yesterday morning.
I’ve been reading a lot of homemaker/stay at home mom blogs lately and I’ve got mixed feelings. They inspire me and at the same time make me feel like a horrible wife and mother.
Most of you know that I work full-time and have since Brady was 4 months old. It’s not by choice, it’s by necessity. Not only is my income essential, I also carry our health insurance, which is also essential. DH’s company is small and family coverage for us would be over $600 a PAY PERIOD. When I add it all up on paper, it just doesn’t work.
Now I love being a wife and a mother and running my home. Growing up, my favorite books were “Little House on the Prairie” and others that talked about the traditions of home and family. I love the feeling of having a clean, neat home and a homemade meal on the table and spending time with our family and friends.
Unfortunately, I have to squeeze all of that into nights and weekends. Housework usually waits until after Brady goes to bed so I can spend time with him. Yes, he goes to daycare, which apparently is going to cause him to enter prison at a young age if you believe some studies. There is almost always a home cooked meal on the table each night, either by my husband or myself. Brady gets lots of stories and hugs each evening and lots of fun times on the weekends. I stay up late and bake the cupcakes for his class parties and I take off work when he’s sick. We’re not a family that never sees each other or eats McDonald’s in the car every night.
I hate that I’m not there with him everyday and if I could change that, I would. And I know that if it’s God’s will that I were to stay home, He would provide everything we need and everything would be fine, but I don’t know if that’s where He’s leading right now. We would be talking about a huge change in income, even with not having to pay for daycare.
All this is to say, please don’t think that I love my child any less because I have to work and he has to go to daycare or that I love my husband any less or that I take my job as a wife and mother any less seriously.