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It&#39;s so hard to accept that I am now a Housewife.  I am not Stay-At-Home-Mother!  (I don’t simply stay home, you know).  Yes I am a Woman!  Who is a Wife!  And a Mother! And lives in a House!  But I don’t want to be reduced to that.</p>

<p>For some reason being called a Housewife makes me want to vomit, and Stay-At-Home-Mother is so friggin’ PC.  Why do we need a label?  I am happy with my choices, but I have to admit that I was never upset when I was labeled before I chose to stay home.  MBA?  Sure!  Honors Student!  Of course!  Marketing Manager, Color Cosmetics and Luxury Skincare?  It was printed on hundreds of business cards for the love of God!  But now, I really struggle to find what it is I want to be called.  I know that partly it is because I used to be those women that said “housewife” and meant “little woman with no brain.”  It’s my own fault.  I know what people think when I say it.  And I hate myself for wanting to tell them that I am smart - I was an honors student/MBA/Cosmopolitan woman with a cool career.</p>

<p>I am trying to think of my new life as glamorous and hip.  I know that being a mother and caring for my family is important, but it is so hard to quantify when you don’t get paid.  We measure our value by the money we make, don’t we?  I know I did.  And now that my salary is $0 and I have to share my husband’s salary, it is a really big adjustment.  I am not as independent as I used to be.</p>

<p>Then I remind myself that I spent a lot of time at the office hating it.  Just feeling like I was selling my soul for a measly paycheck.  And the money was never enough!  I wasted so many hours of my life at meetings and making presentations that nobody cared about, because everybody else was thinking about what they could do if they could be somewhere else.  Now that I am married to wonderful man, and I have a beautiful baby and I have the freedom to raise my child and set up my Household and LIFE exactly the way I wanted it - now I get depressed because of the title and its baggage?</p>

<p>So I’ve decided that I don’t care what people think when they hear what I do.  I know that they immediately think about what I don’t do.  But I will remind myself of all I do everyday, and of the freedom I have to develop my own life on my own terms.  I read somewhere that your life is what you imagine it to be.  Well, I don’t want to imagine it to be in a windowless office, do I?  I can take a walk when I want.  I can stay in touch with friends, something I could never do before.  I can flirt with my husband on the phone, and not have to worry about facing the woman in the office next door.  And mostly, I am grateful for the luxury to hear my baby wake from his nap in the middle of the day and call me “Mama.”</p>
