I am no liability!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

In my last post I commented on how I am considered a liability when it comes to purchasing a home, as I haven’t been working since the last half of my pregnancy and then on into motherhood. Is this fair? Well, yes, when it comes to things like proof of income, I can’t blame the banks, but it did start to make me wonder what the worth of a stay-at-home-mother is.

To be a mother I have: given up my body to a life of saggy boobs, stretch marks in places I’d never think I’d get them, an expanded ribcage that requires all new bras, a belly button that went from an innie to an innie-outtie thing, and a stomach that is bloated, wrinkled even, and far from flattering. Oh, and then there is the hair that has fallen out, and the new wrinkles under my sleep deprived baggy eyes. I think that might be all, but of course I have been suffering from memory loss as well. Luckily, Noah or his uhhh… seems to be oblivious to all these changes.

Alright, so it sounds like I’m being pretty dramatic, but these are all the physical realties of motherhood. And yet, honestly? I don’t really care that much about any of those physical changes, despite how feverishly I described them, because when you meet your little one and then get to know them you’d give both your legs for just one more, and then both of your arms for the third.

As for my worth, I contribute to the family in my own way. Whether that’s breakfast and dinner being made and cleaning taking care of, I do what I can. I know that Noah appreciates all that I do, and most days I as well realize how hard I work for our family, and yet something is lacking. I guess I just wish society was that accepting of what all a stay-at-home-mother does. Oh to dream.

It may not be the easiest or highest paying gig I’ve ever had, but it is the best, and I am a better woman for it. So forget the banks, I know that I am nowhere close to being a liability.