Well, I made it to the 10-year mark as a stay-at-home mom! There should be some kind of medal for that! And for you stay-at-home moms with more than one child, I applaud you. You deserve a standing ovation!

Going from a career as a Registered Nurse to a full-time, stay-at-home mommy can be quite a change. I still remember the day I brought my daughter home from the hospital. I was so tired, I didn’t even know if I was going to be able to take care of her. Then, for 2 weeks she slept and barely ever cried. Little did I know what was about to come. Those first 2 weeks of quietness would soon be gone! After that, there was crying, crying and more crying! My poor little one had so much gas I could have sworn there was an adult in the room. This lasted for months and sleep deprivation set in. I even decided to go back to work for a couple days a week just to get away from the crying but my little one decided that she was not going to eat for anyone other than me. So, I had to leave my job at dinner break, run to my mother’s house to nurse her and run back to work. This was even crazier!

We decided to move far, far away from family and friends so my husband could get a better job. There we were, no one but the three of us! No one to help out, not even for a short time so I could run to the grocery store. I was so leery of everyone.  I wouldn’t leave my daughter with just anyone. You would have had to have a full background check, been fingerprinted, swear on you mother’s grave and even then, I probably still would not let you watch my daughter!

I lived for nap time! It was my only time to myself because usually when she went to sleep for the night, I was so tired that I fell asleep. Oh how I cherished nap time, and you better not cross me and nap time oh sandhill cranes with your squawking! I swear, every time nap time came around, there they were squawking and squealing. Boy how I hated them! To this day, there is nothing worse except the dreaded limpkin who stands on the rooftop squealing at the top of his lungs at 3 a.m. DON’T WAKE THE BABY!

Fast forwarding to preschool, I cried when I dropped her off at school. How could I let her go? I would miss her terribly. Then, a couple of hours went by and I kind of started to like some freedom. Then another hour went by and it was time to pick her up, ALREADY! But I wasn’t done having some me time! I wanted just a few more hours of freedom. I was really starting to like this! I began planning my daily freedom and cherishing it. No more worrying about waking the baby, no more worrying about squealing sandhill cranes or limpkins. I had some solid me time which didn’t turn out to be much time at all. You can only get so much accomplished in 3 hours.

Then, kindergarten rolled around and again, how could I live without her for so many hours. Yep, that lasted a couple of hours! Now, I could actually take a long ride to go to a store far away and shop without anyone crying or whining to leave! I was in heaven! Sure I missed her but finding somewhat of a life made me feel alive again. I remembered that I was an adult and could watch what I wanted to watch on tv. No more Blues Clues or Little Einsteins!

Now, my baby is 10! I love watching her grow; and, I must say, I love every age she turns. There are special moments with each age and I am always ready to grow with her to the next one. As much as I loved the baby years, it’s kind of nice to see that she can do things on her own, not relying on me for everything. I love watching her develop into the person God has designed her to be. For right now, I will be there, sitting on the sidelines just watching to see where the world will take her, not trying to hold her back as the little girl who tugged on my heart but letting her soar with her wings spread wide.

To my little girl, I love to watch you grow and blossom as I watch your life unfold!