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A reasonable case for the stay-at-home mom

This article is clearly stated and well-thought out, engaging the topic of stay-at-home mom vs. mom-who-works-outside-the-home.

Great line: Of course stay-at-home moms can relate to women and the economy. Home is where economics begins. The word “economics” itself is derived from the Greek word for “household management.”

I've been both a SAHM and a work-outside-the-home mom. Both are hard. Both are greatly rewarding. Both are greatly challenging. Neither is inherently evil. Let's talk, but let's be nice, ladies. If we don't support each other, why should we expect the guys to support us?


  1. I have been a SAHM as well as a homeschooling mom for 2 years now. After our daughter was born, who is 9 now, I went from initially working full-time, to working part-time from home, then to part-time outside the home, and finally to SAH-homeschooling mom. We feel that this is definitely the path that God lead us on because it happened so gradual and was totally not what we expected to do.
    During this period of 9 years, I found God, gave all that I could of myself to Him, was converted to the Catholic Church, and brought my cradle-Catholic husband back home. All of which I know would not have happened had I kept my nose to the grindstone working my fulltime job. I truly don't believe that I would have been able to handle such a transformation of faith working a full-time job. Not to mention the fact that after I learned to listen to my heart and to God, I kept hearing God call me to the home and to a more simplified life.

  2. I'm glad that your choice to be home full-time has led to such great changes in your life. I believe we all have to listen to God in prayer when making decisions that impact our families in such dramatic ways.

  3. I have been both a career mom and a SAHM and lately a work at home mom. I highly recommend either of the last two. My husband says it frees him up from having to worry about things as I do most of the research concerning questions and issues that arise. He no longer has to come in balance the checkbook, pay bills, take off work to handle business issues, etc. He loves it. I love it. Our youngest daughter hasn't ever been in daycare and based on what I personally have experienced with my older children in daycare and public school, this is SO much easier, time consuming but easier. Her self confidence and behavior also reflect this.


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