I have been a full-time mother for 12 years. I cannot count how many times I have been told that finding other things to fulfill me would be a good idea. I cannot imagine having more 'other things' in my life right now. There are so many things I do in a day, so many things I learn about myself and the world. Where would I fit more in? I never want to give more to the world than I do my husband and children. My time with them is precious and finite and I cannot stretch it like taffy. I want to savor it and really enjoy it.
I feel like the perception of mothering is very altered from the reality. People look at me with pity, as though I accidentally had 4 children and am now forced to care for them. Staying home is a choice I have made and I would not have it any other way. I am not an autobot who does chores and keeps my children clean. Mothering is a multii-layered experience. I am constantly thinking and processing. I find myself using creativity and also being quite business-like. Frankly, I am at a time in which I am in love with every aspect of my life. Even the painful parts.
Each day I am so thankful for the time with our children. I am training them up to go out on their own, and while it will be tinged with sadness I also look forward to the time when they venture out on their own.