I'll give a perspective from someone whose mom was a SAHM. Dad died when I was young, but he set up insurance so my mom could continue to stay home with us for a few more years. It was incredibly comforting to know my mom was home at all times. I walked home from school for lunch and she had lunch waiting for me. When I came home from school, she met me at the door. In the mornings, she walked me to the door every single day. My mom's life revolved around the kids because that's what she liked and that's what my dad liked while he was alive too.
When the money started to run out, she had to return to work and it was upsetting to me because she wasn't there when I wanted her to be. We didn't have the same conversations anymore because she was tired. She couldn't help me with my homework as much because she had work of her own.
I think a lot of people forget this, but it's incredibly comforting to a child to know (or at least believe) that she's the center of the universe to at least one person. And I was the youngest of 5! I can't believe I felt so important in my mother's life with everything else that went on in our household.
This is entirely valid.
But let me also add that everyone's experience is different, and we tend to rationalize our own as "best," without realizing that we may have done just fine if our experience had been different.
E.g., my mom worked. She was a single mom and had to, but she was always clear with me that she would work even if she didn't have to financially, because she loved what she did and needed to do that at a fundamental level. As a result, I was the classic latchkey kid from around 7 on.
Was it perfect? Of course not. There were days I wanted her home, like everyone else's mom. But, damn, the freedom and independence! To do what I wanted, make my own snack, climb the tree, ride my bike? And even better: to know that she
trusted me to do all of that without looking over my shoulder? It made me feel like I could handle anything. Not all the time -- the tornado warning afternoon was definitely an "oh, shit" day -- but it certainly prepared me to go off and run my own life, to assume that I was competent to handle anything. And my own experience, in turn, gave me a completely different view of what my own kids are capable of than many of my friends.
And I also didn't feel unloved or unimportant. She always said that I was the
most important thing in her life, but I was not the
only thing in her life. I never doubted for a minute that if I really needed her, she would drop everything and be there as fast as humanly possible.
The reality is that I can't say that I felt as "safe" or "loved" as you did, because I didn't live your life; I don't know if I would have been happier with my mom at home or felt stifled. At the same time, you can't know that you would have felt the same way had your mom working been all you had ever known, or whether your sense of loss was because of the change that you perceived as taking her away from you. And neither one of us can know how much our own perceptions are colored by our mom's view of the situation -- my mom's joy at working, your mom's preference to stay home. And yet despite the different upbringings and completely different experiences, we both ended up with happy childhoods and grew to become well-adjusted, productive members of society. So did we each just luck into the parents we needed? Or were our perceptions of our own needs molded by the parents we had?
I mention this because I tend to work with a number of younger women who grew up with "perfect" SAHMs and "perfect" childhoods, but who themselves enjoy their jobs and want to work, but who then feel like failures because that choice does not provide their kids the same "perfect" childhood they had, with the mom who had fresh-baked cookies after school and who cut their sandwiches into the shape of a pumpkin on Halloween. Objectively speaking, these women are working harder and doing a better job at the "good mom" role than I am; and yet they feel, every day, as if they are failures, because they are not living up to the examples they had in their own lives. The pressure they feel -- the constant second-guessing of whether they are doing enough for their kids -- is immense. And it makes me sad. No, not sad -- angry. Because it is so fucking unnecessary.
My advice to them is to find the balance that works for them, their families, and their values -- they can choose to stay home full-time; they can choose to work full-time; they can go part-time; and a hundred variations in-between. But they should trust that their kids will turn out just fine whichever path they choose, because kids with working moms still feel safe and loved, and kids with SAHMs still learn to be independent and capable -- because kids are resilient and see whatever they live as "normal." And if they find one day that what they have chosen is no longer working, for them or their families, they can always change that decision.
Tl;dr: don't drive yourself batshit trying to live up to someone else's standards that don't reflect your own life.