A Gift for Mom! 🤍

I have been a mom for more than 28 years. Much has changed in that time and in general, society’s views on parenting have come a long way. In the early ‘90s, leaving a professional job to stay at home with children was seen by many as a betrayal of women and career suicide. Nevertheless, it is the choice I made after my second was born.

I remember social events where I would meet someone who would ask (as people commonly do) what I do. Answering “I am a stay-at-home mom” frequently meant the end of the conversation. Some didn’t even to attempt to be polite about it, but simply walked away. Other times, people would ask what my husband does, assuming that he must be raking in the dough to afford to have a wife who didn’t want to work.

Though this sort of behavior hurt, I knew that being a full-time working mom was not the right path for me. I did it for a couple years. I loved my reporting job, I loved being a mom, but hated the lifestyle that made both possible. Even though I soon discovered that being a full time stay at home mom was much more of a job than I had anticipated, it was the right choice for me.

Back then, the Mommy Wars were frequently covered by parenting magazines. When I had a moment to glance through these publications and maybe read an article or two, I often found stories about how it was better to work or to stay home. The descriptions on both sides were generally skewed to promote controversy, and comments were generally defensive in nature. The Mommy Wars were fierce. As my kids grew more active, these publications started piling up in my living room, waiting for me to find the time to read them, so I ended the subscriptions.

Since I had lost my connection to the front lines, I thought the battle had ended, that common sense had prevailed and that people had finally realized that each family needs to decide what is right for them. I had found my tribe, we agreed on the important things, and I stopped worrying about games pitting parents against each other. We were all in the trenches, together.

Now that my kids are older, I again have time to read and have been surprised that Mommy Wars are still a thing (and even more surprised that the battles can still engage me). I believe the answer to whether one should be a working or stay at home mom needs to come from within. I agree that there are many children of working moms who have done just fine and even thrived. There are legitimate reasons for this. These children learn independence and see firsthand that a woman can have a job and a family. However, the same lessons can be taught by a mom who is home all day, working moms aren’t necessarily better at teaching this lesson. Some women are good at full-time mothering, others are better moms when they have a career as well. Many more simply have no choice and do the best they can. All of these are valid choices and those on the outside really have no right to judge.

I know that in some cases, there is no choice involved. Food needs to go on the table and someone needs to pay for it. I also know that, no matter what choice you make, there are tradeoffs. Because I felt strongly that our family needed me to be home, we made sacrifices. There were no family trips to the Caribbean (instead, for years vacations were spent visiting family and friends) and meals out were infrequent. There were times that this resulted in envy and a bit of whining (from the kids and grown-ups alike), but looking back, I wouldn’t change the decision we made to make it work.

Being home meant that I was the hub of activity in our family. I knew what was going on in everyone’s lives and knew when someone needed a little extra TLC. I didn’t have to stress about how it would affect my job to take time off to be home with a sick child or worry that I was late, yet again, to pick up at daycare. I could clean and run errands during the day, freeing up evenings and weekends for family time, something that was lacking in my working mom life. I was able to help out my friends who worked full time by hosting their kids for a few hours occasionally, to volunteer in the school and with Girl Scouts, and to form a deep friendship with an elderly neighbor who lived alone.

Today I feel, more than ever, that there is no one right way to parent. Each family needs to find their own way. Doing battle with each other is just silly.

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!

Kimberly Yavorski

Kimberly Yavorski is a freelancer and mom of four who writes frequently on the topics of parenting, education, social issues and the outdoors. She is always searching for things to learn and new places to explore. You can find more of her writing on parenting teens and young adults at www.kimberlyyavorski.com/lifeontheotherside.

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

Helping My Son Through Bullying Is Healing Something In Me Too

In: Kids
Family sitting on porch

Bedtime is when my kids tend to open up the most. The lights are low, the day is winding down, and their guard finally comes down with it. One night, my son told me he had been having a really hard time at school. Some boys had been so relentless that he left the cafeteria before finishing his breakfast, deciding it was better to go hungry than face more teasing. Because he’s such a kind boy with a big heart for others, seeing him face that kind of cruelty made my heart ache even more. It wasn’t the first time...

Keep Reading

Robotics Kids Are Building More than You Can See

In: Kids
Robotics kid watching competition

These robotics kids are going to shape our future. I think this every time I watch an elementary, middle school, or high school competition. My thoughts go back many years to when my middle child, who was six at the time, went with my husband to the high school robotics shop. They were only stopping in briefly to pick up some engineering kits, but my child quickly became captivated by what the “big kids” were doing. He stood quietly watching until one student walked over and asked if he would like to see what they were working on. My son,...

Keep Reading

Foster Care Kids Are Worth Fighting for

In: Kids
Hand holding young child's hand

Sometimes foster care looks like bringing a child from a hard place into your home. Sometimes it looks like sitting at a ball field with a former foster love’s mom and being her village. He’s the one who has brought me to my knees more times than my own children. He’s the one I lie awake at night thinking about. He’s the one I beg the father to protect. He’s the one who makes me want to get in the trenches over and over again. It’s our Bubba. So much of the story is not mine to tell, but the...

Keep Reading

We Aren’t Holding Her Back—We’re Giving Her More Time

In: Kids
Child writing on preschool paper

When we decided to give our preschooler another year before kindergarten, I thought the hardest part would be explaining it to other people. I was wrong. The hardest part was the afternoon her teacher asked to talk. In that split second in the pick-up line, my heart sank. I assumed the worst. I braced myself for a conversation about behavior, about something we had somehow missed, about whether her strong personality was causing problems. Instead, it became the moment that confirmed what we already knew. We were not holding her back. We were giving her time. Our daughter is bright....

Keep Reading

A Life Lived Differently Is Not a Life Less Lived

In: Kids
Little boy running in field

My life changed on that beautiful autumn day. The thing is, nothing really happened. Not really. My life kind of went on as usual. A fly on the wall might even say it was a great day. I brought my 3-year-old son to an animal farm for a Halloween event. He was quirky as usual and a bit ornery that day. Aloof. “Come feed the baby animals,” I pleaded. No, thank you. Crowds of excited children? Absolutely not. Buckets of candy? You can keep them. My heart ached watching my beautiful, blonde-haired boy wander into a field alone, away from...

Keep Reading

Enjoy the Ride, Kid

In: Kids
Two people running up from the water at the beach

Last night I watched an episode of Shrinking. If you haven’t jumped into the series yet, it’s one of those that hits the heart hard- at least for me. The episode centered on the birth of a baby, while one of the characters grappled with the closing years of life. Spoiler alert: as the elder of the group cradled this new life in his arms, bridging generations across the hospital room, the moment of realization of how fast life goes hit like a ton of bricks. “Enjoy the ride, kid.” The final words of this episode are sitting with me,...

Keep Reading

Mommy, Will You Play With Me?

In: Kids, Motherhood
Boy sitting in middle of toys smiling

With four kids at three different schools, our days are full. Between sports practices, music lessons, clubs, rehearsals, games, meets, and playdates, it feels like we’re constantly heading somewhere. I love that my children are involved in activities, but occasionally, it’s nice to have some downtime. When I get a text or email that a practice has been canceled, it’s usually a huge relief. Last week, after-school sports were cancelled due to heavy rain. When I picked up my youngest son from school, I told him we’d be going straight home for the rest of the afternoon. He looked surprised....

Keep Reading

Could We Take a Page from the ’80s and Stop Overparenting?

In: Kids, Motherhood

I have a confession: Yesterday I let my 11-year-old play with fire. Like literally. We live in the country, there is still wet snow on the ground, and he’s done it with his dad at least 20 times. But yesterday was the fifth consecutive day of no school, and probably the twentieth consecutive day of him asking to have a small fire without dad. Part of me did it out of laziness. Part of me did it out of selfishness. And part of me did it out of nostalgia. Here’s the thing—when I was 11, I was already babysitting (like...

Keep Reading

A Big Brother Is His Little Sister’s First Friend

In: Kids
Big brother and little sister smiling at each other

He doesn’t remember the day she came home.But she has never known a world without him. From the beginning, he was there first. The first to reach for her hand. The first to explain the rules. The first to decide what was fair and what absolutely was not. He didn’t know he was being assigned a role. He just stepped into it. Big brother. She followed him everywhere. Into rooms she technically wasn’t invited into. Into games she didn’t fully understand. Into stories she insisted on hearing again and again. She wanted to do what he did, say what he...

Keep Reading