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They ask me: "How do you like being a mom?" Here's my answer.





The most common question I am asked is, "How do you like being a Mom?" At first I would flounder through a hodge podge answer that was not only longer than they ever cared to hear, but nearly incomprehensible and completely contradictory. Soon I settled for, "It's amazing," which is true, and also, really all they wanted to hear. That isn't the whole truth though.

I am blessed to stay at home with my child. I wouldn't trade it for anything. With that said, it is no easy task. Taking care of, in my case, two infants under five months old, is like juggling too many fragile objects in a small room where all noises are loud and all surfaces gooey. People may not understand what I mean by, "Sometimes I mentally scream, in my head," that is, until they have done it themselves.

This article is what I wish I could convey to others in a neat, short response. Unfortunately, as a stay-at-home mom, nothing stays neat. 


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