For my entire life, people have been telling me two things: that I have an old soul and that I'm weird. Both of these are still true in my 30s.
When I was growing up, I was called weird because I listened to the Beatles while everyone around me was listening to the Wu Tang Clan (still not sorry about this, for the record) and I marched to the beat of my own drum. It didn't take me long to realize that being labeled as "weird" or "different" was the greatest compliment I could receive. I mean, who wants to be like everyone else anyway?! Certainly not me.
In college, I was much more free to be me. I got even more comfortable in my own skin and wore bell bottom jeans and my hair parted in the middle, down to my waist. I listened to Led Zeppelin constantly and hung out on the lawn at Harrisburg Area Community College (HACC) between classes and loved every minute of it.
When I transferred to Penn State Harrisburg, I earned my elementary education degree and met my future husband Troy. I had big plans of changing the lives of every student I taught and making the world a better place. But, as John Lennon will tell you, "life is what happens when you're busy making other plans", and he is absolutely right.
Troy and I talked about having babies and I knew then, before I even got pregnant with our oldest daughter, that if I had the opportunity to do so, I would stay home with her; all day, every day, no questions asked.
That was 6 years ago and I have not regretted the decision to be a stay at home mama once. I love being able to stay home and wouldn't trade it for a million dollars.
Some have asked me what I do all day. Is this a real question?! I clean - everything and anything. You name it, I clean it. I make home cooked meals every night of the week and supper is on the table at 5:15. I take our kindergartener to school in the morning and pick her up every afternoon, I do the laundry, sweep the floor, wash the windows, and most importantly, I spend time with our youngest daughter. I do all of these things because I like them; I take pride in it. I do not get bored, I do not question that I am "providing" enough for my family; I work harder at this job than at any one I've ever had!
I used to think that these things made me old fashioned, but a friend told me I'm more of a traditional woman. I like the sound of that better anyway. I have come to realize that there aren't too many women like me left in 2015. Does this make me weird? Maybe. But I'll take that compliment.