I've could write a whole novel about my life as a SAHM of 23 years.
I have loved it and I have hated it. I have felt like I'm the luckiest person in the world one minute and to feel like shit to live off the back of my husband in the next.
My children have both loved me being their parent at home and they've also said that they didn't respect me for being at home too.
I've been told by friends and family members that it must be so boring to do housework day in and out and how I must have lost so many brain cells being at home. I have also been told about how wonderful it must be that I didn't waste my education, time and money to work in a mind-numbing job and being free to pursue what I truly love and enjoy.
My husband has praised me for doing all the things necessary to keep our household running and caring for our children so he could pursue his career. He had a thirty year career that had him living abroad for many years without me and the children. He had a career where we moved abroad and moved to five different cities in five consecutive years. He would inform me on a phone call to the airport that he was going away for several days and I had to simply roll with the punches. I got his praise for those things. But he has also been the person to say that he couldn't understand why I had so little ambition. He would ask why I wasn't motivated enough to get a degree and have a job so I could be more "rounded" and how my paycheck would be "helpful" but then he would be off again for his career.
My sister has both told me that I had let our mother down because our mother was a career woman when it wasn't common to have a career in the 1950's. My sister has also cried on the phone to me and told me that she was truly sad that her children had grown up and she gave 30 years of her life to her job instead of giving as much time to her children.
Last year, my youngest child (I have three) finished her secondary education and it was time for me to finally have the opportunity to have my own life. Wrong. My oldest son has three children, my grandchildren, and ended up making ridiculous life choices (which he blamed me for, yeah, that comes with the territory of being a SAHM too) and I got temporary custody of his three children, ages seven and three-year old twins. I was back as a SAHG doing potty-training and round-the-clock childcare and back at the school gates. My son is from my first marriage and his father, the children's grandfather, lives in the same city as me. I got the grandchildren because my ex-husband had a CAREER and was in no way able to look after the grandchildren and it should be my job because I have been doing it for 22 years. CPS felt that way too. I have had no support emotionally or even financially, apart from my current husband, because I'm considered a SAHG. I got shafted by CPS, my son who said it was my "duty" to take care of children as it was not like I had a career or even a job and my ex-husband.
The grandchildren lived with me for one solid year and a few days later, I turned 50 (last month). For the first time in 23 years, I am free to decide what to do next. I know that I would like to earn my own money but I don't think I have what it takes to apply for jobs and work at the bottom of a ladder for someone else. I will probably start my own business. I would also be free to go to university (I have never been) and learn something for the sake of it. The world is open.