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I Was a Stay-at-Home Mom
How my greatest luxury became my greatest liability.
It’s hard to describe the emotion I felt when my son was born. I cried those first few minutes. My sister leaned in and whispered, “You wish mom was here don’t you?”
She was right.
I did wish my mom was there.
Soon the ache of losing my mother began to subside. This sweet little guy absorbed the barren spaces of my heart. The triumphant return of the mother-child relationship. I was now the mom, but the bond was identical.
Albeit from the other side.
I relished our moments together. I’d only had 28 years with my own mom. Can you blame me? It was a loss that would define me. I understood the commodity called time.
For this reason, I wanted to stay home with him.
I didn’t have to agonize over the decision as many women do.
We were self-employed. We either had to hire someone to replace me in the office, or at home. In the beginning, we could afford neither, so I took my baby to work with me each day.
Ultimately my husband and I settled into somewhat ‘traditional roles.’
I was at home with our boys but still involved in aspects of the business and bills. My husband…
