Once upon a time, I was a young(er) Mom, and I made way more money than I do now.
I had a good (but stressful) job and all the bills were paid with money to spare.
And my marriage and family life were in shambles.
My husband resented me, and I resented him right back. At one point, I can honestly say I hated my marriage. We looked like a cute couple, but our marriage was a huge sham.
I was too busy to pay attention to my child and missed almost all of her one-year "firsts."
I was so stressed out, my health suffered.
Flash forward about six years, I have a good (less stress, but less pay) job that I love, my marriage is without a doubt the best it has EVER been, and my daughter lovingly refers to me as her "best friend forever and ever."
So, what changed?
God changed ME.
During my working-80-hour weeks, I received a phone call from my Dad, warning me that I should "think about what I am doing and spend more time at home." I walked away from that phone call with my feelings hurt, thinking that my father did not want me to succeed.
Dad was right.
God created a woman to be her husband's helpmeet (Genesis 2:18), to care for him, and their (eventual) children.
I took (still do!) great pride in my (paid) work, but my homelife suffered terribly. Many of my friends who know just how bad--it wasn't pretty!!!-- my marriage got are quick to blame my husband. "He was a jerk" (well, sometimes), he had a drinking problem (that too!), he didn't "treat me right" (how COULD he? I was never home!)...but it was at LEAST half my fault.
I wish I could say that I got saved by God's grace (I did!) and wham! Everything changed.
It took almost two years of my nose in the Bible, day in and day out to realize something.
I'm a hypocrite. And not the wife and mother I should be.
And so, I started with baby steps.
Complimenting my husband instead of berating him.
Stopping life long enough to pay attention to my daughter.
Taking charge of my daughter's education.
Taking pride in not just my work, but in my HOME LIFE.
Six years ago, I was a terrible role model to my daughter. Not because I worked, but because I didn't take care of my family the way I should have. Remember, even the Proverbs wife worked!!! I'm still not where I should be, but by the grace of God, I'm not where I was.
I'm not saying women shouldn't be successful. I'm not saying we shouldn't work or earn money. I'm not saying wives cannot be breadwinners. I am merely asking anyone who reads this to learn from my mistakes.
Sadly, it took most of the time I've been married, but I am slowly learning my role: as my husband's helpmeet and as my daughter's example.