The fact that I'm happy. My husband notices when I change the sheets, the girls tell me how good the dinner was, things like that. I don't feel taken for granted, or underapreciated. Everyone, with the exception of my husband, asks me what I'm going to do once Hannah goes to school.Am I going to go back to school and finish my degree? Am I going to get a part-time job to bring some "mad" money in? And when I say " No, I'm a Stay at Home Mom. it's my JOB" The next question followed by a look of surprise is " Why?" Then I get the lecture, I should 'do something' with my life apparently. As if raising healthy productive secure human beings isn't doing something. Ha
Now granted there are the women who feel trapped at home, and it's those unfufiled women who give the rest of us a bad name. I'm happy, period. I am doing something with my life, I already have a job, Thankyouverymuch. The new homemaker, the happy homemaker. That's who I really am. After searching for years trying to find myself, I was right here, in the eyes of my family. I'm happy. Can you believe it?