As parents we all ask our children "What do you want to be when you grow up?" And from being a mom and daycare teacher for several years I have heard all kinds of answers. Some answers are the typically teacher, doctor, lawyer, etc. and some answers are really out there. I know at one time I told my dad I was going to be a dolphin trainer. :) He just laughed because he knew I would change my mind. I often ask Abigail what she wants to be and today she wants to be a Bobcat Cheerleader. But after so many years and so many different occupations there is one occupation that I have never heard anyone of a young age say. I never tought of this occupation as an actual job to be honest. And I was wrong. It is one of the biggest and most important jobs of all and the pay is wonderful! You get paid with love, laughter, hugs, kisses, and seeing your little one grow up. You have probably guessed by now that I am referring to a Mom.
When I had Abigail the thought of being a stay at home mom was there lingering around but I just pushed it away and went back to work. Then on January 20, 2011 things changed. Life changed. Anabeth was born and my world changed forever. My heart grew bigger and bigger and my love grew stronger for both Abigail and Anabeth. I remember sitting in the hospital holding Anabeth; our 5 pound bundle of joy. She was so tiny. Abigail was sitting next to me looking at her new baby sister and asking all sorts of questions. I remember just sitting there looking at Abigail and then at Anabeth and I just could not get over how big Abigail was. It seems just like the day before I was sitting in that same hospital room holding Abigail. I didn't realize how big she really was until I held Anabeth. Just looking at their hands, fingers, feet, and toes just made me realize how fast time truly passes us by. And now Abigail has grown into a lovely little girl with a little attitude to go with it.
Now I sit here tonight writing Anabeth's name on all her belongings that are going to daycare. Making sure she has everything needed for Becky's on Monday and all these thoughts are going through my head. Abigail started daycare at 13 weeks old. I remember crying the first time I found out she rolled over at daycare. Crawling for the first time, making her baby steps for the first time, and I missed it. I missed alot of things with Abigail, and now I have to prepare myself to miss the same things with Anabeth. My heart is breaking because I am not ready for it. I have always said I work to give my children a better life, but I am wrong. All my children need is the love.
Stay at homes moms aren't given the same respect as women who have a goal driven career. I have so much more respect for stay at home moms more today than I did yesterday. It is not an easy job no matter what people say. But the pay is so much better!!
Working moms don't always get alot of respect either. I have heard so many times that I am being a bad mom because I "pay" someone else to raise my children. Not true. I pay a great group of ladies to hold my little ones so that Dustin and I can provide for our family. Give our family a little bit more. But then I always have a great answer to this nosy people. I work 2 full time jobs. On one job I do not get sick time or a vacation. I eat cold dinners and get up at all hours of the night. You see I have the best part of the day. I get to rock my little ones to sleep and hold them as long as I want to. I make the most of the time I do have with my children. My children are happy and healthy; so you can see that I love my job as a working mom. Now if I was given the chance to stay at home would I? Well of course!
So to wrap up my sentimental blog, a word of advice to Abigail and Anabeth. Go to college to earn your degree in whatever your heart desires. Whether it is a doctor or a stay at home mom enjoy each and every moment you have with your little ones. Life passes quickly and you can not get those tiny little it seems so meaningless moments back. Don't rush through life and miss the important things in life.
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