When staying at home is not an option: A working mom’s frustration
Have you ever been so tired, had too much on your mind and so much work to do that you wonder how you’ll muster up the energy to get through the day?
That was how I felt recently and to make matters worse, I overheard our receptionist talking with a client in the lobby. They were talking about kids.
Client: “How is Kendra doing? How is her baby?”
Receptionist: “She is doing great! Her little one is 13 months old already and his first birthday was a hit.”
Client: “Do you have kids?”
Receptionist: “Yes, I have three. They are all grown now but I was able to stay home with them throughout their younger years.”
Client: “Oh, that’s nice.”
Receptionist: “Yeah, I just didn’t want a babysitter or anyone else raising my kids for me. I wanted to be the one to do it.”
Really?!?!? I’m in earshot, lady. And today. is. not. the. day. Do you think I had a baby and said to myself, “Gee, wouldn’t it just be the best thing in the whole-wide-world to let other people spend 40 hours a week with my son!” “I mean, I don’t need to spend that much time with him do I??” “10 hours of quality time during the week should be sufficient for me!” “I would love for my baby to learn new words while at daycare instead of from spending time with his dad and myself.” “I would love for him to enter the room at daycare and immediately waddle up to the teacher and beg for her to pick him up because he likes being with her so much.” “Yep, that would be the life for me!!!”
I guess I just never knew how perfect my co-worker really is and the fact she had the choice to stay home and raise her kids makes her a better mother. Well, now I know.
I hate that my son goes to daycare full-time. But there is not one thing I can do about it. The situation we are in is currently the best for our family. And when it comes to providing for a family, want vs. need is a no brainer. My son is well taken care of and he is safe. As a mother there is nothing else more important to me. I know my co-worker’s sometimes ditsy personality meant no harm by what she said; she was just expressing her opinion. But like I mentioned, today was just not a good day for her to express it.
I got through the rest of that tough day with lots of deep breathing, finding my happy place and repeating, “I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.” Then, I went home to the two people in my life that make any stupid day better. My hubby greeted me with a smooch and a squeeze and my son smiled, waved and said, “hi!”(his new word) then resist my attempt to scoop him up and smother him with kisses. It will be perfect.
And I just need to remember that.
Kendra’s blog My Full-Thyme Life is about being a full-time working mom to a precocious toddler and how she attempts to balance her life as a wife, mom, and key employee.