Reasons why I won’t regret being a stay at home mother (even if I were to divorce, or something happened)
I married a capable man who has only developed and grown since we got together. If we were to divorce, the law is on my side and I would still get by with child support, even without working.
Said capable and loving man has a huge insurance in case he dies, so me and my baby would be able to live a couple years on it and I would have enough time to make my own business, as I despise corporate and would never go back to it. That if I don’t remarry first.
Why would I remarry?
Because my baby deserves a father. Because the world is full of loving people and I believe in my capacity to heal.
I don’t know if I would remarry if I ever, god forsakes, became a widow, and I don’t ponder on that. BUT, if I were to divorce, I would absolutely remarry, and here is why:
I would only divorce if my husband is completely out of integrity. If he did things like cheating or gambling or becoming addict, or became physically and emotionally abusive. Those are not small things. If he ever decided to dirty his soul like that I have the right to keep going, for me and my family. If he ever decided to forget his path, I still have the right to be happy and to have a family.
I married so the law would protect me. I chose a capable men so my family could be sustained. I also chose to cultivate myself so if he didn’t have a job for a while or he was sick, I could work too, I have hands and a capable mind. I’m safe, and no matter what, I would keep going.
Even if I ended in a tight situation, these years with my baby have been worth it. She is so educated, she is so loving, we have so many memories, so many little traditions. I’m her love and she is mine, and nothing can ever make me regret that.
So I won’t ever regret it.
This post is a little bit crude but I think it’s important to talk about this stuff. We not only decide to stay at home and forget about our future. We are deciding what’s best for us and our family every instant, it guides our path. And for us, being traditional is right ❤️
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thoughts on "tradwives" as a 19th-century social historian
It's great until it's not.
It's great until he develops an addiction and starts spending all the money on it.
It's great until you realize he's abusive and hid it long enough to get you totally in his power (happened to my great-great-aunt Irene).
It's great until he gets injured and can't work anymore.
It's great until he dies and your options are "learn a marketable skill fast" or "marry the first eligible man you can find."
It's great until he wants child #7 and your body just can't take another pregnancy, but you can't leave or risk desertion because he's your meal ticket.
It's great until he tries to make you run a brothel as a get-rich-quick scheme and deserts you when you refuse, leaving your sisters to desperately fundraise so your house doesn't get foreclosed on (happened to my great-great-aunt Mamie).
It's great until you want to leave but you can't. It's great until you want to do something else with your life but you can't. It's great. Until. It's. Not.
I won't lie to you and say nobody was ever happy that way. Plenty of women have been, and part of feminism is acknowledging that women have the right to choose that sort of life if they want to.
But flinging yourself into it wholeheartedly with no sort of safety net whatsoever, especially in a period where it's EXTREMELY easy for him to leave you- as it should be; no-fault divorce saves lives -is naive at best and dangerous at worst.
Have your own means of support. Keep your own bank account; we fought hard enough to be allowed them. Gods willing, you never need that safety net, but too many women have suffered because they needed it and it wasn't there.
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In the realm of love and care, she resides,
A guardian of hearts, where her love abides.
With gentle touch and nurturing embrace,
A stay at home mom, her world's embrace.
In the morning's light, she wakes with grace,
To tend to little ones in their peaceful space.
With tender kisses and a warm embrace,
She sets the stage for a day filled with grace.
She crafts a haven within these walls,
Where laughter echoes and joy never falls.
In the midst of chaos, she finds her calm,
A stay at home mom, a soothing balm.
She weaves a tapestry of love and dreams,
Guiding her children with endless esteem.
Her patience, a virtue, never wavering,
A constant guide as their hearts are savoring.
From morning routines to bedtime tales,
She creates memories that will never pale.
Though her tasks may seem mundane and small,
Her love for her family stands tall.
She wears many hats, a multitasking queen,
Balancing chores and dreams in between.
With a heart full of love, she selflessly gives,
A stay at home mom, a life she lives.
So let us honor and celebrate,
The strength and love she demonstrates.
For in her embrace, we find solace and calm,
A stay-at-home mom, a beautiful psalm.
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modern rise in tradwife and its related parenting fads comes as no surprise when you consider that mothers have always been held to impossible standards of maternal perfection and the rise of social media has them being more watched and scrutinised than ever, strangers picking apart their every single decision and calling them terrible mothers no matter what they do — no wonder they shape themselves for the approval of the Most vocal and Most sexist public opinions and end up treating little reighlynne's measles with organic no sugar granola because the keyboard warriors condemn any demon mother who has to resort to pharmaceuticals or whatever the fuck
the parenting advice industry is huge and filled with unqualified opinions, but it's Always been the most extreme, most controversial, most wacko religious parents who rise to the top and get the most attention. and now with tiktok and instagram it's easier than ever for a mommy influencer to get in on this grift, even (or especially) if she forewent formal education, married a rich man and started having babies young. you don't need to know shit about photography or business to point a camera at your biege playroom and make millions going tiktok viral. no matter what a mom does, people are gonna be angry; rage drives engagement and makes more money, so the wider social media trends are always gonna follow whatever pisses people off the most. the christian mom with the Most kids, with the Weirdest names, with the Most uncomfortable cryptofascist messaging is gonna get the most attention. and women who are just struggling and looking for easy parenting advice are going to get funneled into that echo chamber no matter what. and feminist mothers and child psychologists and doctors with anything actually useful to say are going to be underrepresented because they don't have a cloth nappy and peasant dress brand deal in their caption.
tradwife influencers are, at the heart of it, advertisements; they exist to sell products and ebooks and a romanticised, oversimplified lifestyle to their followers, while they simultaneously profit off spectacle, shock and rage from their detractors.
there's a reason why conservatives love the nuclear family so much. it's a multi billion dollar industry.
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Y’know motherhood is hard, but when my baby sees me, she immediately gets a huge smile on her face, kicks in excitement, and loudly baby babbles. And that makes every hardship worth it one million times over.
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saw a girl on instagram comment on a post making fun of tradwives like "is it bad that i want to be a tradwife i'm progressive bisexual feminist and an atheist but i just want to be in love and care so deeply about someone" and like girl that's not a tradwife you just want to have a long term relationship
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Umm I really love ur blog 🥺☺️ it's just so nice and positive. It's really helped me discover my own femininity, and I'm really excited to one day take care of my own home!! 🥰💕
I'm going to be honest, I haven't been here in such a long time. But I still stand with everything I wrote.
I'm so happy my words helped you. We truly need to bring back our own voices, that have been silenced for so long. Thank you for taking the time for encouraging me. I will write more from now on.
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Sometimes I just look at pictures of my baby when she was a newborn, and just remember how small she used to be, and just all the memories from those first few months.
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