A few years ago, I chose to be a stay at home mom. I left a career to be with my kiddos full time, and never once looked back. There are days after I made the choice, that I would feel empty. There are only so many times you can vacuum the living room or polish the bathroom sink. My husband would get home from work, and I would wait for him to tell me how amazing the house looked or how great dinner was. For a while, I was content with that being the only approval I got. I spent my days checking homework and reading books with the children. I was pregnant with youngest, so I knew it was not going to get easier. I also knew that going back to work was not in my foreseeable future. Eventually, craft time and chores left me feeling empty. I felt like I lost myself somewhere along the way. I was the kiddo's mommy, and my hubby's wife. I didn't feel like me. I didn't like how it felt.