I consider myself tremendously blessed to be a stay at home Mom. While it has come with an enormous amount of sacrifices, hard work and struggle, the blessings certainly outweigh it all. The season of my life the last 9 years has been one of loneliness at times. If you’re a stay at home Mom, you relate. Your life is controlled by nap times and feedings, and your purse is always full of cracker crumbs. Always. The life isn’t glamorous, you never wear real pants or wash your hair. You rely on reality tv watching nap times with cookie gorging to get you through the day sometimes. You cry when your husband calls and says he’ll be working late. But with every passing minute, day, week, month……that season transitions. Just like summer doesn’t last forever (wahhhhhhh) the same is true for the seasons of our lives. They come, and they go.
This fall I will send my youngest to Kindergarten. Swallows lump in throat. I had my eldest when I was 21. I’ve been a stay at home Mom the majority of my adult life. It’s truly all I know. I’ve discovered who I am as an individual while raising babies. My hobbies, passions, and interests came to me as a result of my desperate need for “me time”. Those passions have become a business and have helped define me as a person…..the person beyond the Mom.
This season of my life has an expiration date. My kids aren’t babies anymore. They are independent and becoming more self-sufficient everyday. Although my purse is still full of cracker crumbs, my life looks so different today than it did just a few years ago. This season is transitioning into the next one. Which leads me to the suffocating, scary reality of……..what do I do now?
I am a Stay at home Mom. Sure, I have a business and a blog. But. I’m a stay at home Mom before any of that. I may not be consumed by dirty diapers and nap times anymore, and even though he’s so independent…..he’s always here. With me. Every minute of everyday.
My sole purpose for everything up until this point has been living, breathing, and functioning through the chaos for those kids. Packing them both up and sending them off to school for the day leaves me with an emptiness that I can’t get a grip on. My purpose doesn’t change, I’ll still live and breathe for these humans…..but the letting go part isn’t so appealing.
I remind myself everyday that it’s ok for this season to go because a new season will come. And this season, while it looks different, it will also be met with a lot of adventure and fun. That’s the thing about seasons. We love summer, and we hate to see it go…..but Fall. It’s so magical with its pumpkins and sweaters and riding boots.
So, even though things seem so uncertain right now….and scary…..and hard……and sad……I will try my best to welcome the new season with joy and acceptance.
And if all else fails…..I’ll just have another baby so I can remain in this season for another 6 years. Kidding. My husband just fell over reading this, I’m sure. I’m kidding, Matt. Sort of.
Thanks for stopping by today! Do you relate? Were the transitions of seasons hard for you? Comment below and give me a virtual hug. Or ice cream.