By Pam Sigmon
Guest Contributor
I became a mother in my early thirties. After twelve years of marriage, my husband and I joyfully welcomed our newborn baby into our home. We were delighted and completely over the moon in love with this baby for whom we had petitioned the Lord. I left the workforce to become a stay at home mom. Those were precious days in my life, for which I am truly grateful, but if I can be completely honest, it was also an exhausting time.
I went from working forty hours a week in the workplace to double shifts at home. Not only was I exhausted from the long days and sleepless nights, I was also clueless about my new role. So many well-intentioned women in my life were telling me to enjoy every single second with my baby, and I often worried that expressing my honest feelings of exhaustion were somehow miscommunicating a message of an ungrateful heart. My working mom friends were telling me how lucky I was to stay at home.…
