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For the past two years I have been a WAHM (“Work At Home Mom” for those of you not familiar with the countless acronyms thrown around the Internet once you become a parent). This means that for the past two years I have spent much, but not all, of every day with my son. I plan his meals, even if I’m not always the one to feed him. I find fun mommy and me classes around town, and together we do music class or gym class, swim class or story time. I read to him, snuggle with him, and kiss him as much as I possibly can. He’s two, though, so there’s a lot of squirming on his part, but he gives in to my need to gnaw on his chubby legs more often than not.
Depending on the day, my husband or our babysitter pick up where I leave off – feeding, playing with, and caring for my baby. (I will never stop referring to my child as my baby, so deal with it.) But soon, Jake will start Pre-K. For three mornings per week, he’ll be off on his own with teachers and other kids. No mommy in sight. And he’ll still be with his babysitter for a couple of afternoons every week so I can get some work done. As such, I am rapidly seeing my job as “mom” change before my eyes, and I don’t know what to make of it.
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