I have officially been a SAHM for as long as it takes to grow a baby. Nine months. Does that make me an expert, not in the slightest. However, I am well versed in my constant. CHANGE. I didn’t always want to be a SAHM. When I was little my career choices were either Astronaut, Fashion Designer, Chef, or Hairstylist. The closest I am ever getting to the stars, is my horoscope. Once I realized there is so much math involved in sewing, that kinda made me lose interest in that. I like to think of myself as a self proclaimed Chef (toot toot). Mama can still get down with some hair though. Two out of four ain’t bad. It wasn’t until I had an early twenty’s ephifany, of how fun it would be to hang out all day with my kids. Hang out, she says. Oh, where has that naive little 22 year old gone. Let me give you a little back story. My husband went to medical school in Guadalajara, Mexico. He had just graduated from ASU, with his undergrad degree. We were both 22, and had been dating for 5 years. Still boyfriend and girlfriend at the time. Not only did I choose to go with him for our relationship, but I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity. To live somewhere new, in a whole
new country! Thinking back, I wasn’t nervous. I knew in my heart this was the right thing to do. Twenty-two is pretty young to move to a new country, with a boy whom is not your husband. Thanks for letting me spread my wings Mom, I’ll remember this when Ximena tells me what I told you.
Thanks to the Peso to Dollar ratio, and student loans I didn’t have to work. This was a major first for me. I had been working since I was 15. I hadn’t had a Saturday off in 4 years (Industry Monday). So with all this new found free time; I taught myself how to cook, created endless diy home decor projects, YouTubed breakdancing and the choreography to Love on Top, found my love of running, and oh yea, kept our place spotless. That’s when the thought came to mind. I could do this all day, and take care of my kids.Let’s just throw a big LOL right there.
Reality check, So has much changed? Yes and no. Do I still make dinner every night 98% percent of the time. The hard days when I just can’t, I go to my go-to. Fideo. Thankfully it’s one of my husbands favorite foods I make. Thank God for water, noodles and bouillon cubes. DIY projects? Not as much anymore, maybe once she’s older we can craft together. I did make her a scarf pull toy out of an old oatmeal canister. She played with it once. Youtube subscriptions have changed to mommy bloggers, and Vegan recipes. Does making your daughter laugh with silly dance moves, still count as choreography? Running, I still love it. I do appreciate the chances I do get to go out on a solo run. It’s rare, but so recharging. Now it’s more like running around after her. What’s in your mouth, don’t touch the heater, come here so I can put your diaper on, don’t pull Oli’s tail. Now when you say spotless home, does that mean streaks don’t count? Sometimes even the dishwasher is more work. I mean cleaning the crusty tomato sauce off a plate, just so a machine can take credit for my work is just wrong. Loading and unloading, no thanks. I have mastered the side stack rack to a T. I know it’s been a good day when there are no random diapers left in a room, and I can walk in with out having to be a detective.
I am still learning to take it one day at a time. As much as I want to be supermom, it’s super impossible. Some days she gets both naps in, I get to meditate and workout, pay the bills on the comp and get a little extra FB or YT labtop time. Other days there is no nap in sight, daddy gets home late, and the struggle was so real! Everyday is so different. I am learning to take each day as a restart. It’s been hard because some days, I don’t find the time to do everything I would have liked. Some days we don’t leave the house, others we walk the two miles to the hospital just to say hi to daddy. Staying at home is very humbling to me. Not only am I thankful that I have this opportunity, but it gives me so much more respect and admiration for the moms who do work, childcare workers, teachers, and even foster parents. Raising Little’s is so much more than I could have ever imagined. I couldn’t do it with out the love and support of my family.
I am so thankful for you all. My mom, my sister, my best friend, my SIL’s, my mommy girl friends, my internet provider.. but most of all my husband. Daniel you hold this family together, and you are the best support and love we could ever ask for. Thank you for helping with the dishes, or telling me to go lie down when you can see the exhaust in my face, or for the simple kiss and thank you, you always give me before we eat dinner. We love you so much
. Thanks for promoting me to the best position ever, MOM-EO.
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