Has your child ever said she thinks you do “nothing”? This is my answer to my child’s perspective on stay-at-home moms. (Hint: It’s a little more than “nothing,” but maybe I don’t mind that she sees it that way.)
It came home in her backpack. An innocuous paper with two happy stick figures and the handwriting I’d recognize anywhere.
I almost tossed it into the recycling with the rest of the paper pile that came home from school that day. (So many papers, right?)
But a word caught my eye. It was my name—Mom. So I read on.
My jaw may have visibly dropped when I read her well-intended words: “Rebecca stays at home and does nothing.”
There I stood, wearing workout clothes and no makeup, the evidence of a bustling breakfast around me, two loads of laundry waiting in the room next to me, and my phone dinging (another email) from the bottom of my purse.
I laughed out loud. An uncertain, this-is-hilarious-but-also-a-tiny-bit-alarming kind of laugh. 🙂
I stuck it on the fridge, looking forward to showing it to my husband when he came home later.
After having a good laugh over it with my husband I showed it to some friends and one of them said something that has stayed with me:
“You know, Rebecca, I remember my girls chatting once about how I do nothing. My first reaction was ‘HEY!’ But then I realized—how cool is it that I have a job that allows me to feel like my whole world revolves around them?”
Her wise words reminded me how lucky I am.
I get to hear their enthusiastic Friday afternoon dialogue, when school is finally over and the weekend stretches out before them.
I get to snuggle up on the couch with my 5 year old, after getting the big kids off to school and read some of our favorite books – again and again (and again Mom!)
I get to bake cupcakes with them on sunny afternoons, all the while talking about life, fairy princesses and who gets to lick the beaters.
I get to sit beside them when something’s on their mind but they don’t yet feel like talking.
Even if they can’t articulate what I do day in and day out, they get to feel it. They get to feel that I’m here.
And I’m okay with that.
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