Recently I have been experiencing a bit of an identity
crisis. There have been a few major
changes in my life as of late that I haven’t quite known how to process. Four months ago, I gave birth to our second
child, a baby boy. I never knew that I could love another human being so much.
With this new addition to our lives came another great change; becoming
a stay-at-home mom. I have dreamed of
being a stay-at-home mom for years, especially since having my first child (3 ½
years ago). I was comfortably settled
into my career as a Registered Nurse working a great part-time schedule with
two 12.5 hour shifts per week. I loved
working as a nurse and I loved my co-workers.
However, my job came with a great deal of stress. I constantly felt drained emotionally and
physically. I found it difficult to
focus on my family. I was always bringing work home with me and couldn’t forget
my patients and their problems. I was burned out and I felt that at this time I
wanted to focus on the most important thing in my life, our children.
So here I am, transitioning to life of a stay-at-home
mom. People are constantly asking me how
I am liking being at home with my children.
The truth? I love that I get to be the one that is home with them when
they are sick, hurting, or experiencing new things. That being said, it is definitely not easy being at home and sometimes I miss
work (or certain aspects of work). I
miss the social interaction that my job brought. Yesterday my husband informed
me that, unknowingly, I have started talking like a toddler. I also miss feeling accomplished. After working a full shift, I would feel like
I had something to show for my
day. Being at home I feel that if we are
all alive by the end of the day we are doing pretty well.
Let’s be real, if we have all showered that day we are
winning.
I feel that people look at me different now that I have
chosen to be home with my children. I
don’t know why I worry or care what the world’s opinion of me is, however, I can’t help but let these irrational
fears creep into my daily thoughts. Does my husband respect me less because I
am wasting all of that time and money that I put into my schooling to stay at
home? Am I throwing my education and
skills away? What was once a huge part
of my life is now non-existent. Why is
it that I feel guilty staying at home instead of providing for my family,
especially because this is what I have dreamed of for so long?
Here I am, experiencing the same guilt-complex as I did 3 ½ years
ago when I went back to work after having my first child. The world sure knows how to get us, don’t
they? The feminists all yell from the
rooftops that we need to be strong women in the work-force. The conservatives beg for moms to stay at
home with their children because that is where we belong. The truth is that I have done both, and guess
what, they are both great. I can see
that every situation is unique and that things change. People are adaptable.
I feel that mothers, as a whole, are doing what they believe is best for
their family and that is OK.
This is what my life is right now. This is what I have chosen my life to be.
I am grateful.
And scared.
So please, bear with me as I figure this whole thing out.
