This is mostly a vent session, feel free to move on to your next blog :)......
I remember (as does most everyone) when the nurse handed me my newborn son to take home after five days in the NICU. I thought.....there are no monitors, no nurses, no ANYONE, I don't know what I'm doing!!!!! Well, seven and a half years later I still feel that way so much of the time. I feel like my maternal instincts are pretty good. I was born to do this. This is all I ever wanted. My daughter asked me the other day why I didn't have a job. I said, "I'm a mommy. That's my job." Lots of questions followed. She ended the conversation with, "Well, I think you need a job. You need some kind of activity to do." I answered with, "Well, that's my mommy volunteers with Junior League and up at school. I also do stuff at church, believe me kiddo, Mommy has plenty of activities." Obviously this child does not know what it takes to be a mom to three kids and a wife. I'll never degrade my choice to stay home but I do feel hollow sometimes. I never got to have a career. Why in the heck did I work so hard to clean, cook, change diapers, and be carpool queen? Have I made the wrong choice? Am I showing my daughters that they can't have a career and be a mom? I read all the studies in my sociology classes. I know that working moms are more likely to have professional daughters. Am I doing the wrong thing?
I just can't believe that my choice to stay home is the wrong one. Like I said, I won't degrade what I do. I work really hard with very little help. No maid, no yardman, no nanny. I am exhausted when I lay my head on my pillow every night. That's why it is so hard when I feel like I am struggling as a parent. My middle child is a fireball. She is the exact opposite of me in so many ways. If I got my name on the board in school I probably cried all day (I don't know, I don't think it ever happened :)). I remember that my favorite teacher in 6th grade took a note up that I had written one day. I wrote her a note to apologize for my behavior (on my own, no parental forcing) and I didn't pass notes again in class. My daughter exclaimed a few months ago, "Mommy, I didn't get time off recess today. That's a big deal for me." It stresses me out. Yet it makes me smile. A small part of me thinks, "You go girl! Don't conform! Don't be a sheep like your momma!" Yet the bigger truth is that I'm mortified. I have no idea what to do with her half of the time. I don't want to break her spirit but I want her to know that there are times you must do things. Its not ok to be mean and its not ok to hurt others with words or otherwise. I'm struggling trying to find the right balance. I'm struggling with learning how to parent each child in the way that is best for them.
I'm so thankful that I have a husband that backs me up through thick and thin and a God that is bigger than everything. I'm going to go spend time with my family now. And I'm going to be thankful for every mistake I make because God gave these children to me and will also back me up through thick and through thin.