I would like to briefly say that I do realize that there are mothers that do not choose to work because they put an emphasis on material things over their children. My heart goes out to widowed or single mothers that do not have a choice.
For the first twelve years of my life or so, my mom babysat in our home. Boys and girls were dropped off in the early mornings to ride the school bus from our house, they were there after school to play with, and stayed on into the evening until their parents got off work. And talk about the summers! We had those children at our house all day long to play with. I loved it! The girls were almost like sisters to me, and the babies were so much fun to love on! I remember the fun of acting like a little mommy and helping to take care of the little ones. It was exciting to watch the little ones take their first steps, cut new teeth, say new words and grow and change right before my eyes!
It made an impression on me how patient, loving and kind my mother was. How she kept up with our family, several other kids of all ages, meals, house work and yard work, is beyond my comprehension!
One thing I realized during those years was that we were spending a lot of time with these little children, watching them grow and develop, and the parents were missing out. My mom sent them off to school, was the first one to greet them when they got home from school, the first one to listen to the triumphs and troubles of the day, fed them the famous after-school snack, and fixed dinner for some of them. She cheered on the wobbly walkers, comforted the scraped knees, the hurt feelings, and fussy teethers. She read stories, helped with homework, and tried to re-direct the character flaws that were on full display.