The Millennial Homemaker

The musings of a Stay at Home Mom

Time is running. Stop to catch it.

A sweet friend of mine posted a link to an article that I thought was intriguing. Basically, it talks about not wanting to have more children, per se, but to have more TIME with the children you already created. I couldn’t agree more.

Here was my reply to her post:

“As a mom of 4, I look back and remember feeling that way a lot. Wanting to have more quality time. But, the real gift is just TIME. Enjoy each moment, even if they have diarrhea and are puking all over your floor. For one day soon, it will all be over. They will be driving and going to work or college. And then you wont see them for days. All you will see are the remnants of where they have been… the laundry, the dirty dishes, the bathrooms. And then you’ll wish that you could just read them a bedtime story again. Or take them to the park again. Its so surreal but so true.”

The thought of time passing so quickly has such bittersweet emotions.

It reminds me of that song, “It Might Be You,” which was played in the movie, Tootsie. Watching that movie as a young child in the 1980s I never thought how quickly time would pass into adulthood. Having children has somehow catapulted me into a fast-forward dimension of wishing that I could put the brakes on the concept of time.

Back to the original thought: having more babies does not give the ultimate satisfaction of spending time in babyhood. Babies grow up into little people. Then those little people grow into big people. What mothers crave is the ability to maximize the time that they have with the children already created.

Oh, how I’d love to find a time machine to go back a decade (or two) and tell my younger self to ENJOY IT MORE. Enjoy the diapers and the breastfeeding (or bottles). Enjoy the smell of baby lotion and rubber duckies floating in the tub. Enjoy the endless hours of playing at the park (mostly to wear them out for bed!) and pushing the children endlessly on the swings. Enjoy the snuggles and stories at bedtime. Enjoy the little breakfasts with “EEEAAALL” as my son used to say for cereal.


For one day really soon, those precious babies will be all grown up. They will graduate high school. They will get their driver’s license (Lord help us moms with all that adrenaline) and drive off in YOUR car for the first time. They will find a job,  develop a relationship with a girlfriend or boyfriend, or move away to college (or stay home during college and eat all your food).

In every circumstance of growth and change, TIME makes it hurt. It’s joyful to watch them grow, BUT IT HURTS LIKE HELL, too.

So as you snuggle your little ones, remember that those moments are so brief in time.




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When I grow up, I want to be…


Life. A Four Letter Word.

It is so interesting to think about life. When I was a child, I had two dreams: I wanted to be a teacher, or I wanted to be a nurse. As I approached my college-age years, I was undecided as to my future. I had no idea what I wanted to be anymore.

It has taken a long time to walk through the paths I have created, and yet I still have so far to go. But, that is okay with me now, because I have chosen to live life to the fullest potential. There used to be regret, but no more. I have changed my heart attitude about life, and I am enjoying each day as it arrives.

I am a teacher. I am a nurse.

So, I have finally decided what I want to be when I grow up. Yes, I am a teacher (not by professional standards, but I do teach my own children at home, and I occasionally substitute teach at a local school). Yes, I am a nurse (again, not by professional standards, but I do have my bachelors degree in Public Health, and I am constantly learning how to treat illnesses and prevent diseases). But, the MOST important career I have found is mentoring.

I am a Mentor.

Through experience and education I have developed enough sense of this world to come alongside a younger woman to be her mentor. I believe with my whole heart that every young woman out there needs a good mentor. A mentor could be her mother, but most of the time, it is another woman who has the passion and commitment to impact a life.

How do I know I would make a good mentor? For one thing, I have 41 years of life experience under my belt. I may be naive to some people and ideals, but for the majority of general living I have “been there” and “done that.”

  • I am a wife of almost 18 years, so I have some experience on marriage.
  • I am a mother of four children, (which includes three teenage young men), so I have some experience on motherhood.
  • I am a dedicated and loyal friend. Yes, I can give you references from my long-term girl friends.
  • I am passionate and committed to any cause that I find worth saving. Yes, that means I have enthusiasm!

As a mentor I will not be saving anybody, but rather, I am hoping to spark hope and encouragement with the young woman I will become friends. I am human, so I will make mistakes. I may let her down. I may not be able to meet all of her needs.

But, I can listen. I can share my story. I can encourage. I can laugh. I can cry.

Most of all, I can be real. It’s time to take off the mask. It’s time to grow up.

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How to find margin in the craziness of motherhood

Desperate – the novel by Sally Clarkson and Sarah Mae

I can’t wait to read this book! Even though my babies have grown, I still have four children to love, nurture, and encourage the rest of their lives! I want to be able to encourage this new decade of young mothers who are currently floating (and sometimes drowning) in the daily grind of diapers, bottles, naps, tantrums, peanut butter and jelly lunches, and endless trips to the doctor, grocery store, and the park! My hat is off to Sally Clarkson and Sarah Mae as they delve into the nitty gritty trenches of motherhood. There is a gem to behold, and this gem is found in the soul of each child. I hope and pray that each mom who reads this book will find her joy, her hope, and her purpose in motherhood again!

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