I always thought the one thing I would forever be good at, was being a mom. That I would be the mom who did every activity with her kids possible. The stay at home, dinner ready at 5:30, clean house, play outside all day every day, kind of mom. 

I’m not.

It is one of the hardest truths I have had to accept about myself. I love my kids. I love my kids more than I thought it was possible to love anything. And I want to do everything with them.

But I also want to work.

I wouldn’t let myself admit that for the longest time. And it was causing me to be a terrible mom. I was stressed, I was mean, I would snap, I couldn’t focus when I was with them because I was still thinking of all the work things I needed to do. Some moms can be work at home moms and freaking rock it.

I can’t.

I struggled with the idea of being a working mom because I had been a stay at home mom and a work at home mom for the past 2 and a half years. I had been with my girls almost every day their whole lives. Would they think I didn’t want to be with them? Would they feel like I didn’t love them? Would I feel like I was letting someone else raise my kids? What would other people think?

No. No. No. And I don’t care.

Of course they know I want to be with them. Of course they know I love them. Sure I feel guilty sometimes but I am their MOM. And I really don’t care about what other people think of me following my dreams. I am not apologizing for having audacious dreams. 

Thank you Rachel Hollis.

The girls love their new daycare. Mommy gets to work on her dreams. When they get older, they will see they can do anything too. I’m not a working mom. I’m not a stay at home mom. I’m not a work at home mom.

I am a mom.