This came from Kami, one of my radio listeners:
I am a stay-at-home Mom with a Master’s degree who chose to quit my job to raise my three sons (ages 5, 2, and 11 months). I never dreamed of growing up to be a Mom. I wanted to use my brain, get an education, and change the world through my career. Now, every day, I find myself using my brain, getting an education, and hopefully, changing my little piece of the world as I work to shape my boys into men.
Instead of having them sit in daycare or pre-school for a big part of the week, I want my kids to play and read with me, and go to the library and find books of their own. I want the freedom of knowing I can wake up and decide that we are going to hang out in our pjs until noon, and make bread or watch the birds building nests on our porch. I want to help them make forts and play “hide ‘n seek,” and go on adventure walks around the neighborhood, even though it takes us twenty minutes to get past two houses. I want them to go to the store and pick out their own veggie seeds to plant in the garden. I want them to have snowball fights with me when I’m shoveling the driveway, and to help me fix dinner for someone who is sick.
My son has taught me so many things while he wasn’t in pre-school. I learned that yogurt, pudding, and shaving cream can be used to draw with your finger; that bad weather, not necessity, is the mother of invention when it comes to craft projects; that math can be learned when baking cookies, cleaning up toys, handing out snacks, and putting away laundry; that some of the best talks happen in my bed when we just don’t feel like getting up.
And talk we do. We talk about life and death, how planes work, where snow comes from, and whether pirates are decent. We study geography as we drive around doing errands, and learn about engineering as we watch the progression of building construction. We even tried to figure out why God made flies.
From the moment my first child was born, my life has been about my children, and some of those sweet moments can bring me to tears when I think about how fleeting they are. My kids will get to be little, and they’ll get to have fun. They are not in a hurry – and neither am I.”