Sure, it’s a noble calling. Yet for all its honor, dedicating yourself to the full-time care of your family is not easy. It’s probably one of the hardest jobs on this earth.
Yesterday, as I was running some errands a couple weeks after giving birth to my second son, I pondered the woman this sahm had become.
Sometimes, since becoming a sahm, I feel like my personality has changed. I’ve become a horsedriver with a whip, chasing routines and schedules, ticking off the same household chores every day. Empty the dishwasher, load the washing machine, fold the laundry from yesterday. Take my toddler to the toilet. Feed him breakfast. It’s 9 o’clock, breastfeed the baby. And so on.
It feels like the routines have taken over my mind. And there’s not much space left over for other grown up womanly things.
I listen with interest to my husband’s talk of his workplace. Then I tell him how his oldest son used the toilet all by himself. And his youngest had a good stretch of tummy time. Thankfully, he’s interested.
But I have to say I sound pretty boring to myself.
Where’s the spontaneity I once enjoyed? The fun, beautiful woman I might have been at one point? When was the last time I watched the news or read a news story (beyond children’s product recalls)?
And too soon I will have that self back as they grow up…