After I became an adult and was thinking about marriage and children, there was never a question in my mind that I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom and homeschool my kids. I had countless first dates and my theme song became Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust", which I would sing to my mother every time I ditched another crappy guy. I wanted to make sure the man I married agreed with my beliefs and desires.
I spent years caring for my nieces and nephews as though they were mine. I yearned to have a niece or nephew prefer me when they got hurt, but they never did. I yearned to tuck babies in at night, but my sisters had that pleasure. I yearned to make the decisions I felt were right for children, but my sisters made decisions, and I had no right to say anything. Why in the world, after all that yearning and longing, would I EVER want to give someone else the pleasure of raising my children?
So when I did find the right man, we married. When we started trying to get pregnant, I quit work. I was 29 when I got married, and 31 when I had my first child. I homeschool for obvious reasons, but also because I want to spend as much time with my kids as I can before they are grown and out my care. I have so little time with them before that happens. I want no one else to have that pleasure. It's a no brainer. It wasn't anything to discuss. I want to raise my kids, period!