All this week I kept thinking about my own mom. She stayed home with my brother and I for almost ten years. Being a mom can be a thankless job. Is my two year old going to thank me for cutting the ends of her sandwich? Actually, she might thank me for that, ha! She is very polite when it comes to table manners, we scored on that one. But what about for keeping the house clean, making sure she has clean clothes to wear, searching for new toys and activities? All the little things she doesn't notice. Or even the bigger picture, staying home to be with her and her brother day in and day out.
I know it's only the beginning, I'm tired and cranky because I'm up several times in the night, I don't have a husband to turn to, let alone family. It's a season of life and it will pass quickly. This is what I tell myself when I just want a moment of silence and a chance to close my eyes. They will only be little once. I'll only feel this way for a short period of time.
I've asked my mom lots of questions about when she stayed home- did you like it, did you miss working, were you ever bored. The answer is yes, yes, yes. But did she regret it? No. I have a newfound appreciation for what she did, for what every stay at home mom is doing. Hopefully one day when our kids are grown, married, with babies of their own they will pick up the phone and thank us for being there every single day. For giving it our all and doing the best we could.