Being a stay at home father has made me very introspective. Maybe the reason has something to do with the fact that my four month old daughter’s conversational skills aren’t quite there. At any rate, here are some ramblings that I have in my head.
When I feel societal pressures for being a stay at home father, I remind myself that my mother felt societal pressures far greater than I can ever imagine as an unwed mother living in Korea in the late 70’s and early 80’s.
When I have self pity for the sacrifices that I have made for my wife and two children, I remind myself that my mother made sacrifices during my 6 years with her that negated virtually all of her personal needs.
When I think it’s SO hard to raise two children, I remind myself that my mother raised me through my most formative years as an unwed mother who received minimal support from her family and tremendous scorn from society.
When I miss my mother who died alone, I remind myself that I am able to take my son and daughter, her grandchildren, to see her on a beautiful patch of a mountain outside of Seoul, South Korea, the country which I simultaneously love and hate.