Every time I hear the phrase "working mom" I'm a little puzzled by it.
I know that the person who is speaking is usually referring to those of us that work full-time outside of the home.
But I think it's a pretty strange statement. Especially considering that all of us, whether we work full-time, part-time, or stay at home with our children, are working to do what's best for our families, whatever that may look like.
The last few weeks I've been really struggling with the fact that I'm working full-time while my daughter is in the care of someone else. It's not that I don't trust her caregivers...I truly do. But they're not me. And lately, that's been bothering me. At 9 months, my daughter is moving and developing at rapid speeds, and I can't help but feel like I'm missing a large portion of it. And I'm sure I'm not the only mom that feels that way.
The truth is that if I could afford to stay at home with my daughter, I probably would. A few years ago, I might not have believed you if you said that I would feel this way. I found fulfillment in my work that I didn't find anywhere else. But since my daughter was born, my life has changed; my thoughts about all of this have changed. My work is still important to me, but my daughter is my priority.
These days I can't help but question if I'm making the right decision, working outside of the home. And while I'm not at liberty to change my work status right now, I can't say that I wouldn't grasp at the opportunity to stay home if it became a real possibility for our family.
For now, I know that this choice is the right one. We're able to pay off debt. We're able to do things as a family. We're able to save money that we need to build for our future. But there are days, oh yes there are certainly days, where that seems a lot less important than watching my baby girl pull herself up for the first time.