Many work-at-home mothers feel they are not taken seriously. Most men think we’re not really devoted to our job. For all the narrow-minded men out there, let me tell you this: We, mothers, who work from home put in a 12-hour shift or so caring for small children and then work long into the night.
We work when we can, in a sudden flurry, in fits and starts, because it leaves us with no choice. We work at weekends. We work in the evenings until the break of dawn. We work at nap time. And more often than not, we work while baby-sitting a crying child on our knee. We try to get up before the children wake up, so we can squeeze in an extra hour, though we just had slept. We rarely get lunch breaks on time, and what supposedly be drank hot; we take it cold. We work because we must – whether for financial reason; or we need to keep up a career so that when the children grow up, we have left something for ourselves; or we need the stimulation; or for all these reasons.
I never thought of becoming a housewife. I had always seen myself working, until I gave birth to my second child, my entire outlook on life changed. I saw the difference between a working mom from being a work-at-home mom, and between a breastfed child from not. My first child, PJ, was just 3 months old when I had to get back to work and was nearly 4 months when I stopped breastfeeding him. I could clearly remember how he had gotten sick most of the time, like every 2-3 months we had to go to his doctor to have him checked. And it was costly. Nevertheless, as soon as I started staying at home, PJ, who was about one and a half year old that time, had never been to the doctor up to now. He is turning three next month. Of course, there are times he was sick, but because I am home, I know how to manage his illness that there is no need to bring him to his pedia. Cough, colds and high fever never failed to pay him a visit every time he was teething. It was a suffering for both of us. Thank God, his teeth are complete now. My second son, the youngest, Bien, was rarely sick. He went to the doctor twice only on his entire existence. He is, by the way, one and five months old. Oh, the benefits of breast milk! I tell you it is highly exceptional and simply incomparable! Teething was not a problem for Bien and I, and I hope it will never be one until he gets his set of teeth complete.
Parents at home, may they be men or women, who work while looking after their tykes, should be appreciated for running businesses from home or for working virtually at home in whatever area they have picked out. Not disdained or discriminated against. To be described as just as a housewife who is earning a pin money while the husband does the actual providing disparages everything women have fought for. I didn’t like the way I was treated when I traded my briefcase for my diaper bag. And just like a shot, I felt to be a humdrum, or that’s what my parents made me feel. So, here’s a shout-out to all homemakers, it is okay to be home, and if you are going to do it, do it proudly!
After being on both sides of the fence, this I can tell you, being a full-time homemaker as well as a full-time work-at-home mom is the hardest job there is in this freaking universe. There is nothing more important than your family. If you are lucky enough to be home, embrace it!
P.S. I wrote this article when I was still working virtually from home, published on June 10, 2014, to be exact, on my Blogspot page. Now, I’m a full-time employee in one of the fastest growing Australian companies here in Cebu City, the Queen City of the South, Philippines.