The following two salient points below are critical, yet are completely disregarded by the dissenting opinions expressed in this thread (bold mine):
Newgrlonthebloc: There are people out here..grandparents, aunts, uncles, whoever...who are actually raising kids that are not theirs FULL TIME. Helping to care for your boyfriends kid is not the same..especially when that child has a living mother.
Mh21: "However, I truly believe unless a woman lives with a small child who needs to be fed, bathed, diapered/potty trained, entertained, educated and generally constantly needs to be watched, it's just not the same as assisting"
After the birth of my first child, I continued to work full-time from 8:00 AM - 4:30 PM, in an office doing mentally stimulating work, wearing chic business suits, dressy shoes and carrying wonderful handbags. I was surrounded by nice co-workers whom I'd befriended and enjoyed having adult conversations with at lunchtime. I received good feedback from my civilized boss for a job well done and I also received monetary compensation for my work plus I felt great accomplishing one project after another. At the end of the day, I left my work at the office. I enjoyed the ability to listen to my own thoughts during my commutes to and from work, or even listen to music that I liked.
Meanwhile, my baby was in daycare from 7:00 AM until 5:30 PM. The caregivers at daycare were responsible for feeding my baby two meals, two snacks, change at least six diapers, teach lessons, sing songs, read books, play with toys, clean up messes, keep my child safe from hazards, teach my child to play nicely and share, as well as other miscellaneous duties assigned (including hugs). For 10 and 1/2 or more hours, someone else cared for my baby's physical, cognitive and emotional needs.
I'd reunite with my baby at 5:30 and for the next five hours, I'd play with baby, prep dinner, feed my family, then my dh and I would share in bathing, playing with baby, reading books, putting baby to bed, then cleaning up the kitchen, doing the dishes, completing laundry and other chores until our 10:30 bedtime. On weekends, my dh and I would clean every room of the house, complete lawncare and gardening tasks, do more laundry, shop for groceries... all at the expense of having only little if any quality family time together.
When I worked in an office full-time, we had more money, and as a professional woman I was more balanced and fulfilled with the intellectual work I did, and enjoyed having the opportunity to accomplish new projects, climb ladders, enjoy camaraderie with co-workers, and be rewarded by upper management for jobs well done. But yet I felt deep down in my heart that my family life was suffering because there just wasn't enough quality time spent together. And I missed a lot of my first child's milestones. The maternal side of me was feeling cheated by the professional side.
So when my first child turned 2, I was unexpectedly laid off from my job. After much discussion over what would be best for our family, my dh and I decided it would be best for me to stay home as a full-time mom: I would care for our rambunctious toddler's physical, emotional and academic needs from 6:30 AM to 5:30 (11 hrs) and also from 5:30 to 8:30, with the help of dh when he arrived home from work at 7 PM. Instead of wasting weekends on chores and errands, I was now responsible for taking care of all of the household chores - dusting, vacuuming, mopping, scrubbing bathrooms, laundry, picking up toys, lawn and garden care, grocery shopping, meal planning and preparation, pet care, as well as caring for a child who's very physically and emotionally demanding (because toddlers and preschoolers play with their primary caregiver, not by themselves or with their peers). I sacrificed my own personal and professional goals to focus solely on my role as a mother, and to increase the amount of quality family time on weekends. And when my first child turned three, I had another baby who was as equally rambunctious as my first child. Throw in breast-feeding my second child for one full year and dealing with the pain and complications involved with nursing... it's tough but a true labor of love.
I write all this to drive several points home to those who expressed dissenting opinions with regard to stay-at-home-moms. In sum: the grass ain't always greener on the other side! Weeds abound for moms who work in offices, as well as for moms who work by raising children and attending to the grunt work at home.
That's right. Sahms enjoy raising their own children and engaging in play time BUT most of the day is spent - for lack of a better descriptor - SLAVING OVER GRUNT WORK: thankless, stressful and menial tasks such as feeding, diapering, nursing, washing dishes, doing laundry, cleaning floors, scrubbing toilets, grocery shopping, averting disasters, breaking up sibling rivalries, constantly trying to maintain safety, entertaining little ones (who are angels one minute then demanding and tantrum-throwing tyrants the next minute)... and YES, for most definitely 13 or more hours a day!
This work is not intellectually stimulating, sahms are not rewarded monetarily, and in fact the quality of living decreases for a sahm in the sense that they dress in sweats and t-shirts and barely have time to brush teeth in the morning, nevermind shower, but also because sahms are often isolated from adults despite the fallacy that sahms are socializing and having fun playdates all the time. Maybe occasionally, but for the most part, sahms are doing endless and MINDLESS work, rather than using their brains to complete finite projects like when she worked in an office.
Having said all this, I am both blessed and happy to be a sahm, despite sacrificing my sense of self for the sake of the well-being of my entire family. It's all worth it. And it's the best job in the world - caring for the loves of your life: dh and the babies you brought into this world! But once my youngest is in full-day 1st grade, I'm headed back to professional office work!!!