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I’ll Never Regret Being a Stay-at-Home Mom

January 17, 2022

The chair rocked back and forth, my baby’s sniffles the only sound in the quiet room. In the dark, I looked down, and she lifted her head off my chest and smiled at me. I started sobbing. 

At 15 months old, Nora’s not a baby anymore. But she’s still a baby to me. And in the room next door, my middle child, Allie, was sound asleep, dreaming of her very first day of school the following morning. It felt like somebody punched me in the gut with how fast time had gone.

All I could think of were the times I’ve told Allie “no” to playing Barbies or sitting on the couch and watching Paw Patrol with her. The days I’ve been frustrated and yelled when she disobeyed or asked me for one too many snacks. What will she remember of her childhood?

Shouldn’t I have more to show for these years we spent at home? A weekly tradition I’ve established, or pictures on the fridge from arts and crafts time I happily did each week? 

As I continued to rock, I couldn’t help but wonder if I would have been a better mom if I had worked outside the home. I imagined having more patience, losing my temper less, and making more time for fun.

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6 Comments

  • Reply Olivia January 17, 2022 at 8:14 am

    Thank you for sharing!

  • Reply Gwen January 17, 2022 at 1:11 pm

    They will definitely remember the good🥰
    From the heart! So good!

  • Reply Ruthie G January 18, 2022 at 7:42 am

    I loved reading this, friend! I could relate so much!

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