I’ve always enjoyed writing and it’s always come pretty naturally to me. In college I could whip up a ten page paper the night before it was due while drinking a Busch light and still get an A on it *hair flip*. Once I get started I can write for hours, especially if I like the topic I am writing on. I even wanted to start my own blog years ago but I felt like I had nothing substantial and worthwhile to write about that people would be interested in.
I also enjoy being a mom. For as long as I can remember I have always known I was meant to be a mom. I remember playing with dolls when I was little, way past the acceptable age to be playing with dolls. My favorite doll was named Riley, our pretend last name was Anderson, and the swing in my backyard was our “house”. I was a weird kid.
Flash forward myself to 6th grade taking one of those career placement tests that tells you a career you would be good at based on your interests and likes. I got “Child Care Provider”. Shocker. But under that were related occupations. “Babysitter”, “Mother”, “Teacher”.
Until that moment I had never thought about being a mom as a job. I loved that thought. That’s what I want to be. I have it figured out. When my friends asked what occupation my test result showed, I proudly said “mom.”
Flash forward myself to high school and college and being a mom is still what I knew I was called to be. But how do you make a living off of being a mom? Better yet, don’t you need a husband for that first? Damn it. So I majored in Strategic Communication at Ohio State and got a 4 year Bachelor’s Degree.
Flash forward myself to today and I am both working while being a mom, because financially, that is what I need to do for my family. However, if we could afford it, being a stay at home mom is where my passion is. Not because I am lazy. Not because I’m not intelligent. Not because I don’t want to work. But because I want to raise my babies. I don’t want a babysitter to do it for me. I want to be with them day in and day out and teach them to be strong, independent, kind, faithful, brave, intelligent individuals before I send them out to the world to change it. How can I do that when I see them for 1.5 hours in the evening? The stigma behind being a stay-at-home mom in today’s world is something I don’t agree with, to put it lightly. I can only imagine the judgement I would inevitably face if I ever quit my job to stay home. Why is that? It is easy to come to my job, sit at my desk in the air-conditioning, send emails, make phone calls, attend meetings, and talk with clients. Really, it is. Comparing my job to my 12 week maternity leave where I stayed home with (just one!) baby. NO COMPARISON. Staying home to raise a child absolutely took more patience, effort, work, mental stability, etc. Yet, stay at home moms are lazy because “they don’t work”. Please tell the mom that stayed home with four babies all day, cooking, cleaning, rocking, singing, playing, teaching, praising, and disciplining her children that she “didn’t work” that day. Don’t let me be around when you tell her that.
I don’t know where my life is going to take me, but I will say this. If you don’t like where you’re at in your life, change it. Take a chance, face your fears, step out of your comfort zone for once in your life, and change it. Whatever that means to you. I would love to be at home with my kids while also working some sort of business that I am passionate about and getting to help others. I don’t know what that is yet, but I’m having a blast exploring and figuring it out. This blog for me in the short time I’ve had it has been a lot of fun. I get to combine three passions of mine, writing, being a mom, and helping others. I’ve already had a few mamas thank me for putting myself out there and giving them someone to relate to. In this world of perfect Instagram stories and perfect pictures of perfect babies, we need a healthy dose of real life. And leave it to someone with very little shame to bring that to you. I’m excited to see where it takes me and I hope you stick around for the ride.