When my husband offered to stay home with our baby so I could return to work, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Clean house, happy baby, homemade meals — everything looked perfect. Then his mom called… and accidentally spilled a chilling truth.
Before I had our son, Cody, my husband Daniel used to scoff every time someone brought up how hard stay-at-home parenting was. “Come on,” he’d say with that smug little laugh. “Feed the baby, toss him in the crib, fold some laundry… change the diaper. What’s the big deal?!”
I didn’t argue. Not because I agreed, but because, frankly, I was too pregnant and too tired to care.
So fast forward, I was in year two of maternity leave. It was my choice and a huge privilege. But just as I started to get my groove back, Daniel sat me down at the kitchen table one night like he was about to announce he’d enlisted in the Army.
“Look, babe,” he started, folding his hands like he was about to negotiate a peace treaty, “I’ve been thinking. You’ve had your time at home. I just don’t want you to lose momentum at work.”
I blinked. “O-kayyy…?”
When my husband offered to stay home with our baby so I could return to work, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Clean house, happy baby, homemade meals — everything looked perfect. Then his mom called… and accidentally spilled a chilling truth.
Before I had our son, Cody, my husband Daniel used to scoff every time someone brought up how hard stay-at-home parenting was. “Come on,” he’d say with that smug little laugh. “Feed the baby, toss him in the crib, fold some laundry… change the diaper. What’s the big deal?!”
I didn’t argue. Not because I agreed, but because, frankly, I was too pregnant and too tired to care.
A mother carrying her toddler | Source: Pexels
So fast forward, I was in year two of maternity leave. It was my choice and a huge privilege. But just as I started to get my groove back, Daniel sat me down at the kitchen table one night like he was about to announce he’d enlisted in the Army.
“Look, babe,” he started, folding his hands like he was about to negotiate a peace treaty, “I’ve been thinking. You’ve had your time at home. I just don’t want you to lose momentum at work.”
I blinked. “O-kayyy…?”
