In honor of Thanksgiving, I decided it would be neat to do a series of posts on things for which I'm thankful. I'm not sure how many I'll do. You'll just have to be in suspense. We could use a little more suspense around here.
I don't talk about it much, but one of the things for which I'm thankful every day is that I get to be a stay-at-home-mom for Camilla.
There are a lot of different ways that couples deal with the dual challenges of providing household income and caring for their children. Both parents work out of the home, or one or both work at home, or one works and the other cares full-time for the kids. (I guess there are probably also families with two stay-at-home parents, but those are the independently wealthy families and we don't need to worry about them.)
One thing I've noticed is that many people, and especially women, seem at least somewhat unhappy with their family's solution. They work outside the home but they've had to sacrifice time with their children, or they stay home with their children and love it but they've had to sacrifice extra income and pinch to make ends meet, or they stay home with their children because they think it's a good thing but they've had to sacrifice a job which they really liked.
I won't go into much detail about how we got here - except to say that we always assumed I'd stay home with our child(ren), and planned ahead accordingly - but I will say that I feel incredibly blessed that our current solution to the income/childcare challenge is meeting our needs nearly perfectly. (I say "nearly" because our perfect ideal would be the independently-wealthy two-stay-at-home-parents solution, but that's not happening any time soon.) Bryan likes to go to work and I like to stay home with our daughter, and each of us feels that we've got the better end of the deal.
He says he'd go crazy doing what I do. The best full-time job I've ever had was nothing more than a paycheck to me, so I don't feel like I'm missing anything. And there's never been anything that I did day-in and day-out that I was as good at, and that made me as happy, as this full-time motherhood thing.
I love that every morning I get to wake up to meet my daughter's little blue eyes, and that every day I get to be with her, and that every night I get to go to bed secure in the knowledge that we'll be together the next day, too. I know that if our circumstances were different this might not be possible. I'm grateful that it is.