When my little one, Max, reached the age of six months, I faced an undeniable crossroads. My salary barely covered daycare expenses, and the longing for my baby while at work made me feel miserable. Despite my affection for my career, the balance just didn’t seem to tip in my favor. I submitted my resignation and embraced a new title: Jane Anderson, Stay-at-Home Mom (SAHM).
To be honest, I was initially thrilled at the prospect of lounging on the couch, indulging in snacks, and catching up on TV shows while Max happily bounced in his baby chair nearby. I even picked up a trilogy of novels, planning to savor those quiet moments. But what did I really have to do all day? I often thought other SAHMs spent their time doing nothing.
Fast forward two years, and I can assure you that the notion of “doing nothing” could not be further from the truth. For instance, when Max was teething, his nap schedule turned chaotic. Every couple of hours, he would drift off for brief moments, only to wake up crying, drooling, and utterly exhausted. It could take nearly half an hour of gentle rocking to achieve just a few minutes of rest. As I held my tired baby in my arms, I spent entire days doing little more than rocking him back to sleep.
Then came the adventurous toddler stage. Every corner of our home became a potential danger zone. Max was determined to walk before hitting ten months, and with that determination came a few bumps and bruises. I felt the need to baby-proof everything, which led to a week of non-stop rearranging and monitoring him as he discovered new ways to test gravity.
Oh, and let’s not forget the infamous “terrible twos.” The moment his birthday passed, it was like a switch flipped inside him. My sweet little boy, who once played with blocks, suddenly found joy in climbing on every piece of furniture in sight. In the blink of an eye, he could scale the couch and leap off. Even in the few moments I thought I could sneak away to use the bathroom, he would find a way to climb something dangerous. So, my days became an endless vigilance of watching over him like a hawk.
Of course, there are moments of calm. We cuddle during nap times, and there are stretches when he’s not bouncing off the walls, allowing me to sneak in some writing or tackle the laundry. And let’s not forget about those glorious nap times when I can enjoy my coffee in peace or, gasp, take a quick nap myself.
But you know what? That trilogy of novels is gathering dust, and if I dare to open a box of Cheez-Its, I’m immediately met with “Mama, Mama, I want it!” The closest I’ve come to a soap opera is an episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. And good luck trying to keep a toddler entertained in a baby bouncer; let me know how that works out for you.
I’m not complaining. This life was my choice, and it suits my family perfectly. To outsiders, my day might seem like a series of mundane tasks, but in my world, filled with coffee, crumbs, and chaos, it means everything.
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In summary, the life of a stay-at-home mom is rarely about doing nothing. It’s about nurturing, protecting, and being fully present in a whirlwind of activity and love.
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