Do y’all remember this post? If you haven’t been around here very long, you probably missed it as it was almost two years ago. I was so young and ridiculous. But what in the world was wrong with me? (I realize I am still ridiculous.)
I was almost one year into my time as a stay-at-home mom and I was still struggling. I struggled with this major internal conflict and insecurity that I wasn’t doing enough. I loved being at home, but there was the guilt and there was this major insecurity. I always felt like I had to explain my decision to stay home to everyone I knew. I felt like I had to have something else going on so I could say, “I stay home with my kids, but I’m also doing ‘x,y, and z.'”
I was busy, of course. And I was happy. Hudson was learning and growing and thriving. I was enjoying myself. But I was insecure in my decision. As always, I was worried about what other people thought of my decision. I have a graduate degree, so I was imagining people looking at me like I had three heads when I’d tell them that I was staying home. I was still feeling this way in June of 2010.
And then I got pregnant with Hayes. And then Hayes was born. Since then, there hasn’t been a day that I doubt what I’m doing at home.
Why? Because I don’t have time to think about it. These little boys are moving so fast and growing too fast. They change every single day.
I spent the majority of my life wishing it away. Wishing I was old enough to get my driver’s license. Wishing it was time to go away to college. Wishing I was 21. Wishing that college was over. Wishing that I’d meet the man I was going to marry- and wishing he’d propose. Wishing I’d get pregnant.
And then? Time took care of the rest.
Since becoming a mom, every single day has flown by. I can see how quickly time is passing in my boys’ faces. And in their clothes size, shoe size, number of teeth, and how many haircuts they’ve gotten. How many Christmases and birthdays they have celebrated. Each year just sends time barreling forward to the next year.
I had so many fears, insecurities, and concerns that being a stay-at-home mom wasn’t enough for me. I had this nagging feeling like I “should be” doing more. But for who?
The more I thought about it and when I think about it now, I know that I wasn’t having those feelings for me. I was looking for ways to fill up my life so I could make myself feel better when forced into one of those awkward small talk situations. You know, the ones I talked about the other day. Where I just sweat and start saying really stupid things.
The day will come again when I start wondering what I’m going to do. My kids won’t be at home all day. Will I stay home or go back to work? I’m not sure. But when I make that decision, I’ll make it for my family, with the help of my family. Not for anyone else and what they’ll think of our decision.
I know we all have things in our life that make us feel this way. But the most important thing for me, moving forward, is that I am confident in what we’ve decided. And that I learn to speak with pride about the decisions.
