From the Stay-at-Home-Mom That Could.

“Oh hey… yeah, that’s me — walking a raffle basket 1.2 miles to my boys’ school because it was too tall to fit in my SUV.”

It sounds funny (and it kind of is), but it’s also the perfect snapshot of this season of my life — the SAHM chapter. The one filled with school fundraisers, Book Fair committees, room parent duties, field trips, and the quiet satisfaction that comes from doing something simply because it matters to your kids.

When I stood in my driveway that morning — dolly in hand, basket bungee-corded like royalty — I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. But halfway to my destination, with fall leaves crunching under my shoes, I realized this little trek was more than just a delivery. It was a reminder of why I haven’t gone back to work yet.

It’s not that I don’t miss my old working life — I do. The client meetings, the buzz of adult conversation, running my own bakeshop and coffee bar with my hubby. And clearly, I’m not sitting at home eating bonbons while watching soaps (I just totally aged myself), with more time on my hands than I know what to do with. Right now, my work just looks a little different. It’s making sure the fundraiser basket is beautiful, the algebraic notation model makes sense, the spelling words are practiced, and the boys see their mom show up — not perfectly, but fully.

This season won’t last forever — it’s fleeting. I feel the clock ticking. The boys will soon be too big for me to volunteer in their classrooms, over the surprise lunch dates, and too embarrassed by just how “cool Mom” I think I am. And when that day comes, I’ll be grateful I said yes to this — the not-so-glamorous, sometimes exhausting, wonderfully ordinary in-between.

Because sometimes purpose doesn’t show up in a paycheck — it shows up in a dolly, a basket, and a mom just doing her greatest.

smiles + SONshine,

– SeaChelleB

Me and my chariot (aka my G-waggy) setting off to deliver the too-tall-for-my-SUV fall festival raffle basket. Plan A didn’t quite make it, so Plan B came to the rescue — a dolly, a bungee cord, and a whole lot of determination (and steps).