It all started with a baby. Who wouldn’t take a bottle. And a mama who was hell-bent on breastfeeding but just as focused on her career. Prior to the creation of this little miracle, that mama had earned her undergraduate degree from a State School, and then her Masters from an Ivy League One. She wrote a thesis, taught a decade’s worth of elementary school classes and was an adjunct professor in the evening. But he wouldn’t take a bottle and her partner was 100% supportive. The school would hold her place for the year. And another. Until a second little one came. And surprisingly, he also was not a fan of the bottle either. But at that point, it didn’t matter. The decision had been made long before that and soon after she first laid eyes on her First. It could wait. Anything could wait.

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First day home.

Months become years and years seem like months. It has now been almost 5 and a half; 64 months to be exact. And then there were the playgroups. And the classes; and now, the freedom and ability to be a room parent, take the kids on special excursions, go on field trips, and be an active part of others’ villages.

And some days there is sadness. Negativity. A feeling that you cant do it all, even though you are supposed to be doing it all. But mostly it is a feeling of gratefulness, of blessings, and knowing I will never get this time back. And I am so ok with it.

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One of my favorite pics the boys snapped of me on one of our special excursions!

That was the story of how I became a Stay-At-Home Mom. Stay tuned for more details on my feelings about it, hacks and more!

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