Will I regret it?

Lately others around me and articles/posts I have read keep telling me I should be alarmed about my apparent lack of a future career. It seems if I stay at home to care for my children, I won’t be worth much in the future.

Is it naive of me to not care?

I used to care a lot about my career and I was successful. But I wanted a baby so badly that my husband and I did something drastic.

We became over-the-road truck drivers to pay off student loan debt so I could be a stay-at-home mom.

I feel certain it is what I am supposed to be doing at this point in my life.

I hear others talk about having to scramble for a job if their spouse gets laid off, etc. And part of me does worry about that. Would I be employable?

But.. I don’t want to miss out on parts of my children’s childhood that are important to me based on fear. We sacrifice a lot so I can stay home. And if my husband and I weren’t both committed to me staying home with the kids we would have given up already. Sometimes the sacrifices make me take pause, but mostly it is easy to sacrifice because I am so certain being at home is where I am supposed to be.

I don’t regret going to college and I hope I never regret staying at home with my kids. I will make a way in the job world again someday and I think all the skills and knowledge I’ve gained as a SAHM will be a help and not a hinderance.

Wondering

So I started this blog and then neglected it.  What should it focus on?  I am a very optimistic, glass half-full kind of gal.  The problem is I found myself only wanting to write posts in which I complain.  An anonymous blog is a great place to crab about people in your life.  You can rant and they can remain oblivious.

But I didn’t want my space here to be about that.  And tonight I read this incredible post by The Happiest Mom who put my thoughts into words.  She is an inspiring writer.  She always makes me think.  With three small children I don’t often have the time or energy to really think!

I want to focus on the happier parts of my life.  I am emerging from a cloud of postpartum.  I am starting to not only see, but feel the sunshine filtering through.  I want it to warm my face, soften my hard edges and make me take pause.  Pause to be thankful for today and everyone who gives my life joy.

So I will keep the stories of my in-laws and fair-weather friends to myself.  Just know this, I am lucky because I choose to be.

 

I’m one lucky lady

Hence the title of the blog.

Nice to meet ya.  I’m Lucky, a 33-year-old mother of three young daughters (Cupcake 4, Sprinkles, 2 1/2 and Lollipop, 5 months).  I have been married to my honey for almost ten years.  I am realizing that I am a lot older than I feel.  (Mentally, of course.  Because physically?  I don’t even want to talk about it).

I am a SAHM.  Not because my husband makes lots and lots of money (people actually ask me that!), but because we give up a lot so I can stay home.  It is just what is important/works for us.  Since the addition of baby number three, I go crazy at least once a day.

I live in a small town in the midwest.  I used to be an over-the-road truck driver.  I also used to work in public relations for a large non-profit.  I used to get paid to write stuff but now I can’t seem to follow basic grammar rules.  So forgive my grammatical errors.  I am keeping it real, folks.

Anything else you want to know?  Shoot me an e-mail at lifeaslucky at hotmail dot com.