While growing up, I lived in a traditional household, with
my dad working, and my mom was a stay at home mom. We lived in a neighborhood with many stay at
home moms. But I knew I was going to
college, and I knew I was going to pick a job.
I remember when I first got pregnant; my mom really wanted me to tell my 90+ year old grandmother about the pregnancy. I wasn’t past my first trimester, and I really didn’t want to tell people, including my own grandmother. One of the reasons was that my own grandmother did not support working mothers. She had her own thoughts on how working mothers and the American mall were destroying America. I didn’t want to have that conversation with my very strong grandmother, then and for the next 6 months while I was pregnant. My grandmother left her job, and raised two children, helped my grandfather succeed in his career and volunteered at many non-profits.
Sadly, I never had to have that conversation.
I went to the OB shortly after the conversation with my mother, and
found out that the baby had no heartbeat, and was gone at 12 weeks.
Ten months later I found out I was pregnant, again. This time, I had no choice about telling my
grandmother about the pregnancy. The day
I found out about my pregnancy, was the day of my grandmother’s funeral.
I am proud of how I live my life. I juggle my home life (husband and children), volunteer work and my professional life. Do I have it all? No, but I am happy, and that is too important to not mention.
Thinking back on my decisions that I made in college, I did think that I would be a stay at home mom. However, my career changed from educator/teacher to legal assistant/funding coordinator/client service at a law firm. I also found out that I really liked working. My husband and I had the conversation about me returning to work while we were expecting our son. We decided that if I was truly miserable as a working parent, we would think of a way for me to exit the work force, and try to balance our financial life with that decision.
Returning to work after my son was born is something that
was difficult to do. Dropping him off at
the amazing daycare center with amazing teachers became part of the routine
(for my husband). Because I had worked
for the same attorney for the previous 6 years, I was able to work four full
days. I know that the attorney struggled
on Mondays when I was not in the office, but I really enjoyed my mommy days and
I really enjoyed working. After the
birth of my daughter, we tried to continue that model. However, as my children grew, working four
days 30 miles from the home was difficult.
In a later post I will write about women equality in the
workplace and at home.
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