For those of you not in the know, that stands for Stay At Home Mom. Don’t worry; I didn’t know what it meant either until embarrassingly recently.
Growing up and as recently as college, when people asked me what I wanted to do with my life, I always said “a wife and a mom.” I think I’m doing pretty well with the wife part, but mommy-hood is hard! Even while I was pregnant with Miles, I dreamed about being to quit my job and stay at home with him. But after almost three months of doing just that, I thought I might have a nervous breakdown of some sort.
Don’t get me wrong, I of course adore my son and love spending time with him. I just happen to also enjoy things like reading and going out to eat and spending time with other adults–none of which I felt like I could do with the baby. From what I hear, that stuff all gets easier as the baby gets bigger, but I really felt like it was having a negative affect on me.
Does that make me selfish? I don’t think so. Miles is going to learn about relationships from me, and I think that means he needs to see a balanced mommy, who has friends and outside interest and dates with her husband. I think being able to do things like that make me more interesting and more likely to truly enjoy our time together.
Now, all that said, I know now more than ever that SAHMs have one of the toughest jobs out there. It just turns out that it wasn’t the job for me.