I can’t imagine growing up with anything but a stay-at-home mom. If my mother had a career, how would she have the time to be there to send me off to the school bus with a kiss and greet me at the door when I returned home? How would she have the time to have a homemade dinner on the table every single night for our family? How would she have the time to attend my brother’s and my Little League games and to be involved with my sister’s Girl Scout troop?
When my teacher indicated I needed a little extra help with my reading, how would she have the time to read with me in her bed for an hour every night? How would she have the time to play board games, bake cookies and have silly sing-a-longs with me and my siblings?
The truth is, she would not have the time for all of that if she had a career that interfered with bringing up her children. We certainly were not wealthy, but having a mother at home day in and day out was priceless. I thank God that my parents cared enough to know that my mother’s “career” was raising her children.
Ed
My Mother’s Career
