I almost hate to dignify one of the worst blog posts I've ever read with a response. Honestly. Because what it really does is draw more traffic to this person's posts. But I feel like I want to put my two cents out in the universe.
As I type this, my son is crawling all over me. Anyone who knows Cooper knows he will not be ignored. Every time he sticks his toothy little grin in my face, I think about how blessed I am. He is such a sweet boy. And every time Sophia gets off the bus, she runs into my arms and yells "Mommy!" like she has been missing me all day. Sure, sometimes life is hard. Sometimes Cooper wets the bed and Sophia might not always get a sticker on her good behavior chart, but I would never trade those moments for anything. Nothing could take their place.
This really isn't about being a SAHM or a working mom. It's about being a mother. It's about wiping those snotty little noses and soothing them when they cry in the middle of the night. It's about unconditional love. And no, I don't mean my love for them, I mean their love for me. Kids love in a way that most adults can't. I will always be their mother. I will always be irreplaceable to them. I consider it an honor to love and protect these two little humans God trusted me with. Motherhood isn't for everyone, and it isn't for the faint of heart.
The path of least resistance isn't one covered with vomit that you have to clean. It's not one where you buy your kid his favorite snacks and forgo your own to break even on your grocery bill. It's not one where you get peed on while you're potty training, or explaining to your child that not every other kid has enough to eat and that's why you're taking food to the food bank. The path of least resistance isn't lined with reading bedtime stories instead of romance novels. And it's certainly not one where you visit every Princess at Disney World instead of riding all the rides you want (true story!). The path of least resistance in life is usually whatever path is the most selfish. The one where you can do whatever you want, go wherever you want, and spend whatever amount you want on things like dresses or wine. It's the path where you have no love in your life, so no one cares where you are or what you do. The path of least resistance is how people end up dead in their houses for three days before people start smelling something awful and decide to call the cops. It seems like a lonely path to me.
Truly, I don't feel angry at this woman, I feel sad for her. I don't feel sad because she's not married and doesn't have kids, it's because she has purposefully closed herself off to the love of others. I feel sorry for her that she can so aggressively judge others for something about which she knows nothing at all. It's every person's right to live how they want to live, but how sad to only live for yourself. You know how people say the real gift is in giving and not receiving? It's true. There is no backpacking trip to Asia, job promotion or college degree (and by the way, I earned my bachelor's in three years in case anyone was wondering) that could ever, and I do mean ever, replace the hugs, kisses and love of my children.
So, Amy Glass, the next time you would like to say I am unimportant, I suggest you think about that. I feel sorry for you.
"For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future". Jeremiah 29:11