When my husband and I began talking about having a family, it was understood I would stay home with the kids. He had a full time career and I worked part time after getting my masters degree in a restaurant. There wasn’t anything I was particularly tied to, plus being a mom was my ultimate dream job. After graduation, I began my job search but got derailed when we got pregnant. That was the end of that. Frankly, I was ecstatic because my new job was about taking care of my babies.
This was it. I had my full time job in the bag. It didn’t offer a salary but paid in love, hugs, growth, dirty diapers and so much more.
Each day, my husband would leave for work, kiss me and the kids goodbye and go off to be with other adults. When they were little he never once uttered, “what do you do all day?”
It was apparently on dependent our children were on me. The livelihood of our family was in my hands.