The Long Journey Home

Once upon a time, I thought I had it all. I had a child, amy husband. He and Cameron took to each other
career, the world at my feet. Or, so I thought.immediately, and one day, Cameron asked Bill to be his
With the birth of my second son, my whole worldDad. Bill happily accepted, and they've been father and
changed. I moved into a new home, got a new car,son ever since.
made new friends. The biggest change, though, wasA couple of years ago, I learned that Cameron would
internal. Suddenly, my head started listening to mysoon have a new baby brother. Since we only had a
heart a little more. My career and moving up in thetwo bedroom home at the time, we bought a new,
corporate world suddenly became something I HAD tobigger home to accommodate our new, bigger family.
do, because I needed to pay the bills. Suddenly, IOur new neighborhood welcomed us with open arms.
wanted what other people had. I wanted to stay homeThere were plenty of kids to play with and plenty of
with my kids and take care of my family.parents for Bill and me to socialize with.
Wait a minute, who was this straight from 1950I met my friend Lori a couple of months before our
woman taking over my brain? Was it post-partumbaby was born. Lori was a stay at home mom who
insanity or had someone mysteriously slipped melived across the street. We became fast friends, and
some sort of anti-feminist drug? I was raised to believewhen I went on maternity leave about three weeks
that I was EQUAL to every man, in fact, maybe evenbefore the baby was born, she was over almost daily.
a little better. I believed that I should not take care of aIt was like we'd known each other forever.
man, in fact; maybe he should be taking care of me.Even though I liked Lori right off the bat, as I listened to
How dare anyone ask me to put my career on hold toher talk about being a stay at home mom, I thought her
raise children? I believed that my career should beviewpoint was a little off. I even felt a little sorry for
paramount in my life, that I could and should HAVE ITher, having such "outdated" ideas and all. Still, I believe
ALL. I was certain that I could have my cake and eat itthat it's important to respect other peoples' opinions
with a golden fork. And for six years, I thought I did.and choices, so I tried to understand.
I gave birth to my first son at the ripe old age of 22.Since my mom was raised during women's lib, I was
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever had thetaught that women worked, just like men. Men and
privilege to lay my eyes on, but the actual birthwomen were not to be put in "stereotypical" roles.
experience was the most horrific thing I'd everTherefore, whenever I felt that someone was trying to
experienced. After 23 hours of induced labor, this boyput me in such a role, I would be offended.
came screaming into the world via a Cesarean sectionWhen our second son, the beautiful Noah, was born,
WITHOUT anesthesia. That's right, surgery withouteverything changed. Noah was different than his
anesthesia. Somehow the anesthesiologist hadbrother. First, he had trouble learning to nurse. Cameron
messed up, and the epidural had been pulled out of myhad latched on immediately. Noah took almost a week
back sometime before surgery. Talk about pain. Oh,to get it. It felt like months, and I spent several hours
and let me tell you, when they say you forget thatcrying on the phone with La Leche League counselors.
pain, they LIE! I still remember every excruciatingWhen he finally got it, though, he became quite
moment, almost 8 years later.dedicated to it. Noah's little personality was quite the
This traumatic experience produced the first genuineopposite of Cameron's too. He was very laid back and
love in my life, my lovely Cameron. He has been a trueonly complained if he was wet, hungry, or tired. Now,
joy and a real challenge since the day he was born. Ithis may sound normal to most people, but after having
often tell people about the first night he was home.Cameron, the baby who could rarely be comforted,
Unbeknownst to me at the time, he had a prettybeing able to "fix" the crying by changing, feeding, or
severe case of colic. I thought something wasrocking him to sleep was quite a luxury.
seriously wrong, because all he'd done since birth wasDuring my maternity leave, I found a website,
scream, nurse, and sleep in 20 minute increments. Iflylady.net, which, along with my friend Lori, changed
hadn't slept for literally a week. While my husbandmy perception of being a stay at home mom. Then, I
snored peacefully in the next room, I held this beautiful,read "Woman Power" by Dr. Laura Schlesinger. This
screaming thing in front of me, staring at his pinchedbook, although it has a misleading title, discusses the
face, watching as his little legs kicked at the air. I criedtrue power of women in families and relationships. It
with him, I screamed with him, and God help me, I knewdiscusses the traditional roles of husbands and wives
at that moment why parents shook their babies. Thankand why they might not be so bad. This was quite an
the same God for all of those commercials abouteye-opener for me, and I highly recommend it to
shaken baby syndrome, because in that moment ofanyone in a relationship.
insanity, I believe it's the only thing that saved my son. ISuddenly, I realized that "staying home" with your kids
truly believed at that moment that if I just shook him aand taking care of your family and home was NOT
little, it might quiet the inconsolable screams."not working". It was "working at home". Working for
Instead, I put my son down in his bassinet and walkedyour family. What a light bulb moment! Taking care of
out onto our balcony, taking deep breaths and trying toone's home was, in fact, blessing one's family. It was a
convince myself that I deserved a child, that I was notspecial and wonderful thing I could do for them. So, as
the worst mother in the world, that God did not makesoon as I was physically able, I started taking care of
a mistake giving me this gift.my home and family the way I thought they deserved.
Cameron and I made it through that first night. LaterThe change in attitudes was almost immediate. For the
that year, we made it through the separation andrest of my maternity leave, dinner was on the table
divorce from his father. Then we made it througheach night at 6, the house was in order, and the
several years of single motherhood with no childlaundry was done. The kids and my husband received
support and no daddy visiting. It was a difficult andloving care and attention daily. It was wonderful.
painful time, but it gave me the kind of strength thatI dreaded returning to work, but I didn't have a choice
nothing else could. Being a stay at home mom wasat that time. Bill had a decent job, but we couldn't
clearly never an option at that time, since I was theafford to live on just his salary. The first couple of
sole support for our little family of two.weeks I was back, I tried to keep up the house and
When my ex-husband dropped out of Cameron's lifeput dinner in the crock pot almost every night so that
before he was 2, I just stopped talking about him for awe could still eat at a decent hour. I was up late into
long time. Then, one day, my baby looked into my faceeach night cleaning and preparing for the next day, not
and asked me where his daddy was. He said thatto mention that my darling baby son wasn't quite
everyone at his pre-school had daddies, and hesleeping through the night yet.
wanted to know why he didn't. I hoped this momentEventually, my habits slipped back into my usual work
would never come. I didn't really know what to say tomode--eating out several nights a week, cleaning only
a three year old to explain why he didn't have aon weekends, rushing around trying to "have it all", the
daddy, so I just explained that there were differentusual. Bill and I discussed my becoming a stay at home
kinds of families. Some, I told him, might have just amom, and agreed that although we both wanted it, we
mommy, but others might have just a daddy or somecouldn't afford it yet.
grandparents. He somewhat accepted this idea, so IA few months later, Bill got a new job making literally
spoke to his pre-school to make sure that they weretwice as much as he'd made before. What a blessing!
discussing these different types of families.Life got a little easier as our financial state was much
Later, Cameron and I went to counseling as themore comfortable. Still, I did not feel that I could quit my
questions continued and my answers just didn't satisfyjob. I felt tied to it and feared what could happen if I
him any more. This was when things becametook the chance and left.
especially difficult, because the counselor told me that II worked 40 hours a week in the office, and many
needed to tell Cameron "THE TRUTH" of what hadnights and weekends I brought work home with me. I
happened, or at least as much as the then 4 year oldfelt like my work was taking over my life, and as any
child could understand. I should tell him that his fatherworking mother knows, sometimes it feels like you
and I were once very much in love and married, andalmost have to do twice as much work as other
that we had Cameron out of that love. I was to thenpeople to prove that you are worth keeping around. I
say that his father had some personal problems andgot a promotion and was promised more if I could
needed to be away from the family and that evenkeep up. I missed my kids, but having a strong work
though he had every right to come and visit his son, heethic, I kept up as well as I could. Every day, I secretly
CHOSE not to do that.prayed that we would find a way to bring me home.
This, of course, was completely different fromBill and I kept trying to figure out a way and kept
everything I had ever said about his father. I never saidfinding reasons that I needed to keep working.
anything negative or even remotely identifying aboutOne day, I was called into the office and fired. I still
his father. So, for awhile, I resisted telling him "THEdon't know exactly why, but I know this much:
TRUTH". I thought that it would hurt him more than help.EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON! I believe
Finally, Cameron began making up stories about histhat God knew that I would never take that leap of
"dad", saying he'd go visit on the weekends or that hefaith and leave my job, unless I was forced to do so.
might go stay there for the summer. The pre-school,Since I was fired, Bill and I decided that it was time for
knowing our situation, brought this to my attention. Ime to try staying home. So, I'm home. And, may I say,
figured it was normal for kids in our situation to do this,LOVING IT!! Once again, my family has a comfortable
but I knew it was time to tell him what really happened.home, clean laundry, good home-cooked meals every
Our counselor encouraged me, saying that telling himnight, and my children are being raised by none other
would help him to understand that he and I were not atthan their very own mother!
fault and that I would always be there for him.Sure, finances are a little tighter than they were, but
So, one night, as we lay nose to nose in my bed, I toldconsidering that we are no longer paying for daycare
Cameron about his father, just as the counselor hador after school care, gas and lunches and work
instructed me. He asked why his dad didn't want toclothes for me, it's not quite as tight as you might think.
see him and I had to tell him that I didn't know, but thatWe are doing just fine. I only wish that I'd had the
he was missing out on the best kid in the world. Hecourage to take the chance earlier.
asked if it was his fault and I told him that of course itIt is amazing how one's experiences can change her
was not, that his dad had problems and didn't knowvery core beliefs and values. My personal experiences
what a wonderful boy he was missing.changed me from a driven, career minded, woman
Then we cried together. I held my baby and wipedwho tried to have it all, to a driven, stay at home mom
away his tears as he wept for the father he couldn'tand writer who has all she wants or needs. I have my
even remember.loving, well taken care of family and home, time to
And, we made it through that night, stronger than ever.write, and great friends. What more could a woman
A few months later, I met Bill, who would later becomeask for?