<p>Thank you, busdriver11, for expressing some regret. I don’t trust anyone who’s raised a child who doesn’t have at least a pang. But boy, were you ever slammed! I’m so glad that you are all safe, and that everything worked out.</p>
<p>I was a SAHM. We waited until 10 years after we were married to have our first child. I was working at a job that paid more than my husband’s for several years, and we wanted to get our finances under control before we brought another person into this world. The goal from the beginning was for me to stay home. I want to say that this was mutually agreed upon, but looking back I’d have to say that this was mostly my position. My husband was surely for it, but when times got tough, he couldn’t help but wish he wasn’t the sole breadwinner. </p>
<p>I worked for my husband (who started a new company) during the baby years, and I still do today. I also had a very tiny side business, so I wasn’t totally not working, but essentially I was “just a mom.” I had visions that I could do my work at home, and he had visions that his company would take off, and I could be the office manager, and we’d live like kings on what he made.</p>
<p>Well, that didn’t happen. But we’re frugal as hell, and we have practically no debt, so we did survive, and nicely too. But I did have to skip the hot yoga, sally. And vacations to exotic places, and a lot of things that other people take for granted. For instance, we are do it your selfers, which tends to mean that nothing gets done. </p>
<p>But I strongly agree with alh “I think it matters how and with whom our kids spend their early years.” I never wanted some kind, patient person to raise my children instead of me. Perhaps in my egotistical mind, I didn’t want anyone raising my children except me. I wanted to show these little people the world, and I wanted to be there when they saw it. I couldn’t even physically bring myself to leave them when they were infants. And I didn’t even like kids in general. I don’t think I could have had children and entrusted their everyday care to someone else. I felt, even 25 years ago, that the world was populated with people who didn’t share my values, and I feel it more now. </p>
<p>Am I a feminist? Sure I am. I have a daughter and a son, and I love them both. And I want their friends to have the freedom to be who they are.</p>
<p>Was this a career? No. It’s something else. You can call it what you want, or denigrate it if you wish. </p>