I Didn't Go to College For This

I didn't go to college to give baths, change diapers and make bottles in the wee hours of the night.

I didn't drive myself into $40,000+ in student loan debt from journalism school to take an unpaid, full-time, 24/7 job with no sick days or paid time off.

I didn't go to college to become a full-time chef, nap warden and dish-washer.

I didn't spend four years of my life studying and learning how to succeed in the new biz only to stay at home and chase around two littles and a dog.
My college graduation, May of 2008

But something happened, you guys.

Life happened.
I got married to the love of my life.

We had fun, but then it got hard.

We survived years of brokenness and bitterness with infertility.

And my heart changed.

My goals changed.
Instead of caking on make-up and chasing bad guys for a 5 o'clock deadline, being a [frazzled] mom became my priority.

Part of the reason I left TV was because I wanted to spend more time with my family.

And when I walked out of a newsroom six months ago, I had no idea what was in store for my family.

But God sure had a trick up His sleeve.
Now that another beautiful lil' gal has joined our family, I've made the decision to stay home.

This is so scary, you guys.
Financially, this is scary.

It's stressful.

But to be honest, my biggest worry is whether I'll be "good enough" for my sweet girls.

I worry about getting frustrated and overwhelmed.

I wonder if I'll be able to teach them enough so they can flourish and learn.

Or if I'll be too boring.

I worry about getting everything done.

Whether I'll have enough energy to make dinner every night.

And if I'll have enough stamina to wake up and do it all over again the next day.

But then I remember God has us covered.

He closes and opens doors with clarity in His perfect timing.

And because of this assurance, I feel like in this season -- in our family -- this is the right thing to do.

Sure, I might be reading, Brown Bear, Brown Bear 23904 times a day and dancing to Elmo's Countdown to Christmas in the middle of my living room; heck, I may not even shower until 4 p.m. [you've been warned...], but at the end of the day, my two little girls are only little once.

And I don't want to look back and feel like I missed out.

[That, and childcare for two kiddos is costly on the salaries of a social worker and nonprofit employee...]

While I'll be spending the next few weeks wrapping up my professional 8-5 gig in the PR world, I'll be scouring Pinterest and picking peoples' brains looking for ideas on how to keep my sanity and make this time rewarding and worth it for my family.

Stay-at-home-mommas: Teach me your ways! Tips, advice and encouragement all welcome here!

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