What’s Wrong With Being A Stay-At-Home Mother?

Technology is grand, When it works. I have had more trouble with modems and wireless routers lately to last me a lifetime!
So, why do Pro-Aborts look down on us stay-at-home mothers? Is is jealousy? Sometimes I think so. I’ve had a lot of working moms tell me they wish they could stay home with their young children. Others tell me they’d go insane being home all day.
I have to say that there are times when I am starved for adult conversation. I can’t wait for my husband to get home so I can talk about stuff other than trying to interpret my Autistic twins’ garbled English. Since starting school full time they are getting much better, but its still a challenge at times.
I wonder if my mother felt the same way when we were young. My older brother and I only have a year and 4 months between us, and my younger brother came along 7 years after me. I remember “interpreting” for my little brother because my mom couldn’t understand him!

I’m proud to be a stay-at-home mom. I was raised by one and I think that is why I have a good handle on life. She was always there for us, and that’s what I want for my kids.

I did work some of the time. I had a job for 5 years after my daughter was in school full time and I found a job that worked along with her school schedule. She only spent an hour in the after-school program. After my twins were born I was back at home again.

My mom was always there. She’s my hero. She took care of us when we were sick. Now I do that for my kids. She ironed our clothes, packed our lunches, cooked great dinners. I do the same for my husband and children.

I’ve been told by pro-aborts that I “leech off ” my poor overworked husband. My mom didn’t leech off my dad and I sure as hell don’t leech of my husband. My marriage and my parent’s marriage are very similar. My dad worked 12 hour days 5 days a week and put in another 6 on Saturday. My husband works and 8 hour shift at one job and then 3-4 days a week will put in another 4 at his second job. Just like my dad, when he gets home nothing is expected from him but to rest. My mother waited on my dad hand and foot, and I do the same for my husband. Its my way of showing him I appreciate all the hard work he puts in to keep the roof over our head and food on the table. Sure there are times when things need fixing around the house, but unless the basement is flooding or the furnace breaks down, they can keep until he feels up to working on it.

I consider being a stay-at-home mom an honor, and if the pro-aborts don’t like it, they know where they can shove it. I’m not here to please them.


Update: Wow, check out this comment:

Sorry, but when is the last time you ironed anything? As far as waiting on my brother hand and foot, that is a bit of an exaggeration, isn’t it? Don’t forget, I have been there and seen how you are. You let him worry about most everything, and Susie has had more to do with taking care of the twins than you have done. This blog is nothing more than you living in a fantasy. Don’t forget, I have talked to my brother a time or two, and I know how he feels about some things. Have a blessed day.”

Well dear sister-in-law, I had no idea that you were living in my home and saw what goes on each day. As I recall, the last time you ever set foot in my house was over a year ago. Talk to you brother? Hardly. Last time you called was to scream obscenities into my answering machine accusing me of something I did not do.  You really shouldn’t pass judgement on things you know NOTHING about. Now YOU have a blessed day!


The Power Of A Loving Family


A few weeks ago my Uncle passed away. As we all gathered at the wake after the service, one of my cousins noted that it seems the family only gets together nowadays for funerals. It was never like that in the past. Sunday dinners at my grandmother’s house were a monthly event. Sometimes we would spread out in her spacious backyard, but a lot of the dinners were spent packed elbow to elbow like sardines around a huge table set up in her basement. There was never less that 20 of us there at a time, Grandma had 7 children, 4 who married and had families of their own. 12 grandchildren, and there were also a few cousins from Poland that happened to be around as well. This was just my mother’s side of  the family. Dad only had one sister, but she had 4 children and dad had 3. 6 of us married and had our own kids. 10 in all.

In this large brood 3 of us girls had unplanned pregnancies. Myself and 2 of my dad’s nieces. When each pregnancy was announced, no one felt anything towards the mom but pure joy. No one thought any less of us. No one told us we should have been ashamed. No one told us we should abort our children. I don’t even think the thought crossed anyone’s mind.

Not only were we accepted as mothers-to-be, but the fathers were accepted into the family as well. (my dad had a bit of a hard time with this, but he came around.) Because of this acceptance, each one of us married the father of our child.

I think that if other women had a family like mine, where encouragement is given rather than judgement and help is given rather than rejection, more women would choose life over abortion. Because of this family, I never thought of my daughter as a burden. I continued to work and my mother helped by taking care of my daughter while I was away. When mom wasn’t available, there were Aunts willing and able to take over. Even my brothers pitched in!

My daughter is 15 now with 2 younger sisters. I’m still married to her dad. The family doesn’t get together as often as we used to, but the love and support are still there. My mother passed away when my oldest was almost 2. Her 3 sisters took over as “grandmas”. Sometimes I wish my daughters could have known their grandmother, but they get all the love and attention that my mother would have shown them from my Aunts.

When one of us is in need, a helping hand is there for us.

When one of us is hurting, a kind word and hug are there for us.

When things seem hopeless, they are there for us.

That’s the power of a loving family.

Until next time, God Bless.