My mom was at home. She met the bus after school each day. When I was a sophmore in high school she decided she 'needed' to work--not because they needed the income, but because she needed to feel better about herself.

I really resented the fact that she went to work. I missed her terribly. And I started dating the wrong guy during that time. Within about 4-6 months I saw the change in my mom and how much she enjoyed being out and about and got over my bad attitude.

I desperately wanted to stay at home when my son was born. I wasn't able to until he was 2. Then I stayed home until he entered 3rd or 4th grade and was forced because of finances to start working part-time--which eventually led to having to work full-time.

I LOVED being at home. As a writer--(my son is in college now) I would LOVE to still be a stay-at-home-woman-writer...