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When I quit teaching, I thought being a stay-at-home mom would be fun. I thought I would enjoy day after day of silliness, toys, and playing.
ha!
It’s not exactly like that.
I take that back. It’s not like that at all.
Yesterday, Grace threw up all over the house.
Back to my point.
I love being a stay-at-home mom. I’ve never worked harder, every single day, but I have never regretted quitting my job, not even for a moment.
There is lots of playing. There is lots of silliness. There’s also lots of laundry, lots of picking up toys, lots of reading, and lots of kissing booboos. There’s lots of learning, lots of teaching, and probably too much tv.
There are lots of moments, big moments and small moments. Kisses and hugs. Field trips and Bible studies. Hand holding and singing. Wearing laundry on our heads and pretending to be pirates.
There’s just so much.
I was going to write a post about Mother’s Day. I was going to write about the things I want – to sleep until noon, to spend a night alone in my bed, to go to the bathroom by myself, to take a long, hot shower without anyone banging on the door – and then I realized that I’d have to ditch my crazy people in order to have those things.
Those things wouldn’t be worth it.
My crazy people make my life exciting and hilarious and challenging and absolutely worth living. They appreciate me, and I appreciate them. They love me and hug me and kiss me and make me cards and write me letters.
They make every day Mother’s Day at my house.
© 2012, Tara Ziegmont. All rights reserved.
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