What an interesting title. No matter what role you fill, you’re always a mom. Full time, no question about it! Even when you’re at a 9-5 you spend every minute thinking of those tiny humans in the back of your mind. But we have coined the term SAHM (Stay at Home Mom) as a lifestyle, and I entered into that lifestyle about a year ago.
One year ago, when sh*t hit the fan, to put it bluntly- I traded in my 6 figure career to become a Stay at Home Mom. What a life changer!
Before I entered the role, I will openly admit I was “one of those”. One of the people who thought the grass is always greener on the other side and said how easy Stay at Home Moms have it. Now that I’ve hopped that fence, I am always wondering how I ever even said that outloud!
We had always planned for a prolonged maternity leave when Henry was born but that I was going to go back to working as a Hospitalist PA and the babes would go to Daycare. Hubs and I both loved the socialization it brought for Charlotte and we thought it would be great for both of them to go. But as above, when the world turned upside down, like everyone else in the world- we decided to switch gears. I was blessed with the opportunity to stay home with them and here we are, almost one year later.
But these days are NOT all rainbows and butterflies. They are hard, they can be isolating and it can be very easy to lose yourself. It’s so important to find something for yourself – whether that be journaling, blogging, exercise, crafting – whatever it may be – I know that I personally needed something for myself.
But then there is the beauty. The beauty of seeing each moment of every ordinary day in these kids lives. I consider myself so lucky.
The two year old tries to do everything in her power to press my buttons on a daily basis and the little man would crawl inside of my body if he could but I am thankful for each moment I get to spend with them.
We definitely don’t have it all together. And it’s a miracle if we are all dressed in one day. Usually only one of us makes it out of pajamas and the rest of us look like we rolled out of bed. Note Charlotte in a bow, me sporting a mom bun and Henry in his Christmas pajamas with donut crumbs on the Ergo carrier.
But this is our day.
This is our mess.
This is our ordinary.
This is our Beautiful.