After college, I worked in a major brokerage firm in the big city. I was thankful to have a job, but I didn’t love it. I had always hoped that one day I would get married, have kids, stay home with my little ones, and say goodbye to Corporate America.
So when my husband and I decided I would quit after finding out we were expecting, the countdown began.
At the time, one of my co-workers had just returned from maternity leave. I ran into her at the elevator and excitedly said, “Welcome back! You must miss your baby.” Her reply wasn’t at all what I expected.
“Not really. But I missed the guys here.”
“Oh, ok” was the only reply I could come up with, while I thought about the guys she was referring to … a group of salesmen, occupying two rows on the trading floor of our office. Only a file cabinet separated my desk from their space. All day, they talked, belched, flatulated, yelled, and told crude jokes. I was confused. She missed them??
Well, I guess I had a totally different experience from her. Don’t get me wrong … I did work with some nice people. Nevertheless, when I handed in my resignation, I did not look back. I’m thankful that God gave me the opportunity to stay home. Sure, I have crazy days now, but I would still rather be home with my rambunctious kids than go back to my corporate job. And I’ll tell you why.
My kids are way cuter than my co-workers.
That’s good enough for me, but I’ll give you a few more reasons.
My kids watch their language.
I always had to give my ears a good cleaning after a full day of hearing curse words at the office. My kids, on the other hand, look at me in shock if I accidentally say the word “stupid” in front of them.
My kids’ tantrums are more bearable.
When my child throws a temper tantrum, it’s nothing compared to enduring the irrational yelling from a financial broker, who is cursing at you for requiring him to submit more paperwork that the law mandates. Yes, this happened to me a few times.
My kids face consequences for bad behavior.
If my kids ever speak to me, even with half the disrespect that the guys at the office displayed, they get sent to their room to face the consequences. Unfortunately, at my former job, as long as you made money for the company, rude behavior can be overlooked.
My kids have better hygiene.
Even the most challenging potty-training days were better than being around grown men passing gas without a care who heard or smelled it.
My kids don’t get drunk after hours.
Sure, my kids will get an occasional sugar high and run around like crazy monkeys, but when they finally crash, I get to soak in the peace and calm of watching them sleep so soundly.
I have plenty of crazy, pull-my-hair, did-I-even-take-a-shower kind of days, but I would still rather be exactly right here. I don’t know if I’ll get to be a stay-at-home-mom forever, but right now, I want to treasure every moment that I have with my kiddies.
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