A Gift for Mom! 🤍

I love being a stay-at-home mom. It’s been my dream ever since my husband and I decided to start our family, and I am beyond lucky that we are able to make it work.

However, as much as I love this time in my life, I know that it is going to pass all too soon. And then what? Can I realistically keep being a stay-at-home mom after my kids are all in school and try to pursue my dream of being a writer? What about our goal to someday build or fix up a bigger house? That’s probably going to require more than one income to accomplish.

You see my dilemma.

So, I figure the best way to think this through is to come up with some pros and cons for each option.

Option #1: Being a stay-at-home/work-at-home mom.

Pros: First of all, it’s my favorite option. That counts as a pro. There are a lot more, though. Once all the kids are in school, I can clean the house without having to redo something ten minutes later. I can always be available for field trips, sick days, sporting events, you name it. I can spend time volunteering, something I’d like to do more of one day. I can run errands during school hours by myself. Just picture it — a leisurely stroll down the grocery store aisle, with no crazy toddler trying to perform acrobatics out of the cart and no “but Mom, I want this!” screeching. And the biggie — I can devote a lot more time to writing (especially without distractions), which doesn’t currently happen too often.

Cons: We’re used to living within our means and sticking to a budget at this point, but our budget is going to change as our kids get older. For example, I am keenly aware from having a younger brother that picky little boys often grow into teenage boys that are capable of clearing a pantry in approximately ten seconds. Also, there is that whole hope of a bigger house someday, as our 900-square feet with one bathroom will start to feel a little cramped eventually. These hungry kids and house hopes of ours unfortunately require some extra moolah. 

Option #2: Seeking employment outside of the home.

Pros: Well, right away, money. I’d like to say I don’t place much value on money, but it’s an unfortunate necessity to live. We get by pretty well right now because I am careful with our budget, but there isn’t a ton of wiggle room left. The necessary things, like insurance, utilities, groceries, etc., wouldn’t make as much of a dent in our wallet, leaving more money to save, donate, and, well, use for fun stuff, like vacations. Besides money, there’s the social aspect. I’ll probably never work with a better set of people than I did in my post-college/pre-children job. It’s been almost four years since I left to stay home and three since we moved to a different town, but we’re still friends. I’d be lying if I said I don’t miss the social interaction of a work environment at times.

Cons: I have absolutely no idea what I would want to do. I know it sounds idealistic and probably naive, but I don’t want a job just for the sake of having a job and making money. I’d do it in a heartbeat if it was what my family needed, but I’d much rather find something that gives me a sense of fulfillment, the way being a stay-at-home mom has. And that is…? I have no idea right now. I enjoyed my job as a copywriter after college, but I’d rather pursue my own writing now. Plus, I’ve been out of the workforce for four years at this point, so just the thought of starting over and job searching is super intimidating. There is also the lack of flexibility I could have with a job, and the possibility of missing out on important things as my kids grow. Are a little more financial security and a bigger house worth that? I don’t know. 

Well, there we have it. I’m no closer to knowing what path I will take when the time comes, but fortunately, I likely still have some years as a stay-at-home mom ahead of me. Until the time to actually make the decision arrives, I’m going to try to stop stressing about what I want to do versus what I might have to do. Wish me luck!

So God Made a Grandmother book by Leslie Means

If you liked this, you'll love our book, SO GOD MADE A GRANDMA

Order Now!

Heather Shotkoski

http://www.andwhatalovelymessitis.wordpress.com/ My name is Heather, and I am lucky to be surrounded by handsome men! I have been married to my high school sweetheart for over ten years, and together we have three lovably wild little boys. I grew up in a tiny town near the middle of Nebraska, and after living in the "big city" of Kearney for six years, my husband and I found our way back to the small town life. I am a stay-at-home mom, and each day is definitely a new adventure with three rapidly growing boys. I absolutely love it!

Letting You Go Is Still So Hard

In: Grown Children, Motherhood
Walkway toward water at sunset

Nothing really prepares you for the day your child leaves the house. Last September, my husband and I moved our 18-year-old son into his dorm room. Right after that, he was swept away into all things orientation, and we began our 1,000-mile journey back home. Leaving this beautiful human I raised and spent all those years with felt foreign. During our final hug goodbye, despite trying to hold in my pain, I broke out in huge, ugly, guttural tears. Our drive home was a long two days. It took every fiber of my being not to turn around. Returning to...

Keep Reading

Behind Every Smiling Graduate Is a Mother Letting Go

In: Grown Children, Motherhood
Mom and grown son smiling

Every year, millions of American families send their children off to their freshman year of college. Their pictures dot our social media feeds. Images of excited students holding collegiate pennants, maybe wearing a hat or holding up their school’s hand sign with beaming smiles. Their parents post excited words about futures and hopes and dreams. One chapter closing. Another opening. A new beginning. So why am I struggling so much? Why does this feel more like a loss than a gain? Why are my tears always on edge, threatening to spill over each time I think about August and what...

Keep Reading

Life Lessons from My Grown Children

In: Faith, Motherhood
Two women's hands on teacups

“Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for he was born in another time.” – Rabindranath Tagore Quietly communing with a loved one in the early morning hours is such an intimate and precious time. Visiting with one’s grown child when all is dark and still is one of life’s purest pleasures. I remember the conversation clearly. My daughter’s husband, small children, and father were all asleep as we whispered and chatted. She and I are both fidgeters by nature, unable to be still for long. This inner restlessness must be remedied, and we are compelled by biology to...

Keep Reading

As a Medical Mom, I Measure Growth Differently

In: Kids, Motherhood
Little girl climbing outside

In most homes, the marks on the wall are a simple celebration of time passing. They are pencil lines that track how many inches a child has gained since their last birthday. But in our home, those marks represent a much deeper, more complex story. When your child lives with multiple hormone deficiencies, growth is never just “natural”—it is a carefully managed medical achievement. However, as any medical mom knows, the story doesn’t end at the top of the head. It begins deep inside, with a tiny gland that isn’t sending the right signals. Having multiple hormone deficiencies is often...

Keep Reading

Hannah Harper Is Every Mom with Babies in Her Arms and a Dream In Her Heart

In: Living, Motherhood
Hannah Harper American Idol winner sings with her young son on her lap

By now, you’ve probably seen the posts flooding your feed: A young mom. Three little boys. A guitar strap embroidered with her children’s drawings. And a crown. When Hannah Harper won American Idol this week, moms everywhere erupted. And honestly? Same. There is something collective about watching a stay-at-home mom win on such a large stage. The celebrations have been pouring in. Moms, we can do it. She didn’t abandon her dreams. She went for it. And all of that is true, and all of that is worth celebrating. But I want to add something to the celebration. Not to...

Keep Reading

Watching Your Children Build the Life You Prayed For Is Beautiful

In: Grown Children, Motherhood
Mother dancing with son at wedding

“I love you, Mom.” “Hmmm?” (A little louder) “I love you.” “I love you too…so very much.” I’d been deep in thought, listening to the lyrics we were slowly dancing to. I knew this moment of ours was supposed to be the time to say all the things, but this boy and I had already said all the things, so the song the deejay played—written by Lori McKenna and sung by Tim McGraw—enchanted our ears: When the dreams you’re dreamin’ come to you When the work you put in is realized Let yourself feel the pride but Always stay humble...

Keep Reading

I Lost My Daughter on Mother’s Day: 3 Truths I’m Believing Today

In: Grief, Loss, Motherhood
Woman and young daughter smiling

Editor’s note: This post discusses child loss Child loss changes Mother’s Day. My 19-month-old, Julia, died suddenly on Mother’s Day in 2024. Three months later, her autopsy revealed she had B-cell Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (B-ALL, also known as SUDNIC). Julia died a week after we did an embryo transfer at an IVF clinic in an attempt to have a second child. We found out three days after Julia’s death that the embryo did not make it either. Six months later, we did another embryo transfer that succeeded, and I now have an 8-month-old daughter, Lucy Mei (“Mei Mei” means “little...

Keep Reading

If You Give a Mom a Bouquet…

In: Motherhood
Woman arranging bouquet of pink flowers on table

If you give a mom a bouquet… She goes to grab a vase to put it in. As she grabs the vase, she also grabs the duster because she knows the spot for the vase is probably dusty and she has guests coming for dinner. As she begins dusting, she notices the stack of books that needs to go back on the shelf. When she gets to the shelf, she sees the bendy action figures in battle formation that need to go back in the bin. When she gets to the bin, she spots the toy food that needs to...

Keep Reading

Here In the Liminal Space of Parenting

In: Motherhood
Woman in tunnel

It’s Friday night at 8:00. The intermittent snoring of an 80-pound lap dog is the only thing slicing through the silence of my home. It feels empty, and there is a stillness in the air. I have nowhere to be; there is nobody waiting to be picked up. I’m staring at the empty takeout boxes from dinner sitting on the coffee table. There was no need to cook a big meal; it was just the two of us, my husband and me, sitting together wistfully in this liminal space of parenting. It is the quiet place between an empty nest...

Keep Reading

Mothers Are the Givers

In: Motherhood
Mom embracing young daughter

As we were decorating the tree last Christmas, my son dug to the bottom of a box and pulled out a Snoopy ornament. He set it off to the side quickly and continued his rifling. But I noticed the faint crack along the red jukebox that Snoopy stood beside. In an instant, I was standing back in the kitchen of our first home watching my son wander in to ask, in the cutest toddler voice, if he could “pwess” the button on the ornament to play the music. With gleeful excitement, he pressed too hard. The ornament slipped from his...

Keep Reading