Soapbox.....

I am going to get on a soapbox for a few minutes and vent about a show T.C. and I ran across the other night. I admit...we do a little channel flipping in the evening...generally landing on my favorite show "House Hunters" (etc. etc.). However, this particular night we turned to TLC and found a show called "The Secret Life of a Soccer Mom." http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/soccer-moms/soccer-moms.html To try and explain this relatively quickly, it started off with a stay at home mom that "gave up her career or dream to stay home with her children." Blah blah blah! Now she will be given the opportunity to see what she gave up and in the end she will have to decide whether or not to follow the dream...or remain home. The show we happen to watch caused many comments and much irritation with T.C. and me. We couldn't believe this gal was actually crying because she gave up her dream of being a chef. When did being a stay at home mom become second best? Why is it that people like this give those of us that don't feel that way a bad rep? I mean, isn't it totally acceptable to feel like you wouldn't change being at home with any career in the entire world? Oh my goodness...if I had a chance to be with my children day in and day out or be a world renowned surgeon...you better believe beyond a shadow of a doubt I would choose my children. I have the best job ever! I get hugs when I want them, I get to guide them, watch them explore their world, discover new things, kiss their boo-boos, and be the constant in their lives all day every day. I get a first hand seat watching our daughter blossom into a lovely young lady (and try to see past the hormone cloud that occasionally looms above)right before my very eyes on a daily...minute by minute...hour by hour basis. I am the one that gets to talk her through the grumpies, guide her when I see her not reaching her potential, and kiss her just because. I am the one that gets to rejoice over our son speaking more clearly, learning a new word or short sentence, guide him through his new whiny stage, and relish in the fact that God chose this amazing little boy to be our son...all day every day! No, it isn't easy...mothering isn't for the faint of heart. It is a tough job. I am not here to say that you can't be a working mom...give me a break...my mother was a working mom and did a great job juggling everything that she had to juggle...and I am definitely no worse for the wear. I am just here to say that it is disheartening that society puts some sort of second rate take on being at home with our children....like we all gave up these amazing dreams when we decided to be at home. Can't this be our dream? To see up close and personal as our children grow and develop...to be their encourager all the while? Well anyway...just had to give my 2 cents...any comments?