|Our lovely home...|
Being a SAHM (stay at home mom)/housewife nowadays has such a stereotype attached to it, that I find that I have to validate what I do, to others (and myself) all the time.
Being a housewife during this modern day recession means living with my parents in the house that I was raised in. My husband and I moved in with my parents when I was 7 months pregnant with my oldest daughter. The one year anniversary of the loss of my son was approaching and my husband was working 14 hour days, so we felt the best decision would be to live with my parents for a few months, save up and look for a house of our own. Well, the Lord had other plans for us, because 3 days after we moved in, Mark was let go from his job. Just like so many other Americans, Mark looked for work while we went through our savings and raised a newborn baby girl.
Living in Southern Califronia, let alone Los Angeles in 2012 is expensive, we could technically afford a small place of our own, but my girls would most likely not have a spacious front yard and backyard to play in, a large house to run wild in, and have their grandparents there for them the way that they are. To be clear, I am blessed to be in the situation that I am in. Although, it is every girls' dream to own and maintain her own house, with my husband still working 14 hour days, I am lucky to have the support of my parents on a daily basis. With two little girls running, talking, laughing and fighting from the moment they wake up until the fourth time I've put them back in their beds at night, I am a very busy mommy. In this household, most chores are split between myself and my mom, and I do most of the cooking. My husband is lucky to come home to not only a warm meal, but meals like homemade lasagna, enchiladas, pot roast, and tacos. Every evening we, the six of us, sit as a family and eat dinner together.
When people ask me, "What do you do?" I respond by saying, "I'm a mommy." I know that some people think that I watch soap operas all day while my kids watch cartoons. I hear it all the time, "When are you going back to work?" and my answer is, "When my kids are in school." Not everyone understands, but this path in life is where I am meant to be.
When I lost my son, my husband and I knew that we wanted to have more children, and we agreed that I would be able to stay home and raise them until they were of school age. Spending every moment possible with my babies was something that I felt that I, not only needed but deserved. I am grateful that I have been able to watch them as they learned the basics of life, learning to walk and talk and being able to hold them for as long as I wanted.
I have made sacrifices by being a stay at home mommy, starting with my sanity. :) I do not shop for myself, I do not own an Iphone or Ipad, or a digital camera. We do not eat at restaurants more than once a month, we do not go to Disneyland multiple times a year. But, we catch butterflies, make art, play tea party and dress up, go on walks, read books, play games, sing songs and do puzzles. My daughters will hopefully remember at least some of these moments, and if not, I have it documented with the help of the camera on my phone, Facebook, and this blog.
I am a college educated mother who teaches, comforts, and plays with two little girls all day long. I throw pretty amazing parties, I am trying to start a graphic design business, I am a blogger, I am a wife, I am a pretty damn good cook, I hate doing laundry, I sew dresses and super hero capes, and I am crafty DIY'er. Thank you Lord for my life, besides winning the lottery, I wouldn't change it for anything. :)