Death Of The Stay-At-Home Mom
When did my job become taboo?
I want to say Iām proud to be a stay-at-home mom.
Butā¦ Iām not sure that I am.
Iām not sure that the world wants me to be.
Sure, my husband is proud of me and the kids appreciate the constant cooking and cleaning I do to keep them alive and not covered under a pile of their clean and ānot so cleanā laundry. I think.
But the truth is ā when people ask me what I do, I often look down before answering.
Itās not intentional, but I do.
The question āSo, what do you do?ā terrifies me.
The fear of judgment I feel can be likened to a recently paroled person during a job interview. My apprehension to answering a simple question often sends me into fight or flight mode.
After I tell them, will they like me, hate me, still respect me?
So, as the story goes, I put on a bright, bubbly smile and roll my shoulders back to look a little taller while answering and say, āIām a stay-at-home mom.ā Chin up as mother always said. These rituals ā now clear to me after a decade, serve as my emotional armor, shielding me against the stereotypes and ache for acceptance that accompanies my role of being a stay-at-home mom. Coping mechanismsā¦