My Monday morning started off with a crying 3 year old not wanting his mommy to go to work. He did not want to go to school, he did not want daddy to stop at the store and give him a chocolate pop-tart, and he definitely did not want me to go to work. Let me tell you, it’s never a great start to the day when you already feel guilty about something before 8 AM.
Around 10:00 AM I sat and listened as an upset single mother pour out her guilt to me about not having enough time to spend with her kids because of the responsible decision she’s made to work full-time to financially support her family. I assured this woman that later in their lives her kids would appreciate the fact that they had a responsible mother who worked hard to support the family singlehandedly. As the words were coming out of my mouth, it almost felt like a lie. As a child, I had the best of both worlds, my mother was a school teacher so she had three full months off with me each year, Christmas vacation, spring break, everything, yet I was still able to see her work very hard in a full-time position to provide for the family. Not all children have school teachers as parents and I often feel like my kiddos are being raised by our daycare provider. Luckily she is amazing and is more of a grandmotherly figure than a daycare provider, and the small bits of time that I do get to spend with my children is very much quality time, however I still feel guilty about the lack of physical time that I have with my family. Working outside the home is however a conscious decision that I’ve made, honestly I think I may go stir crazy if I were a stay a home mother. Bless the women that are patient enough to make this their job, many times it is easier for me Monday-Friday to go to work than the weekends that I have my children for 48 hours straight!
Once again on this day, I was reminded of the conscious decision that I’ve made to work outside of the home and the impact that it has on my kids. It was nearing 8:00 PM and here’s what happened:
Me: “Benji, go brush your teeth and go potty, it’s almost bedtime.”
Benji: “Okay.”
Benji: (after racing back into the living room with his hand behind his back) “I have a ‘prise for you!!!”
Me: “Ooooohh, what is my surprise?”
Benji: “You don’t have to go to work anymore!” (And then he pulled a $5 bill out from behind his back.) “Money! Now you don’t have to go to work to buy money.”
And then I gave my lil man a huge hug and thanked him so much. Adam witnessed this and was a little upset that Ben had found his $5 bill on the sink in the bathroom and watched it disappear into my pocket (where it still resides.) I proceeded to explain to Ben that I really appreciated the money, but that I still had to go to work. I also told lil man that if I could stay home all day, every day and have fun with him and Presley that I would. He had been so proud of his findings that he once again disappeared and returned shortly with a handful of change to give to Adam. So once again, my child has brought me to doubting one of my very important life decisions of working outside the home. I fully intend to remain in the workforce outside the home, but I do sure as hell wish that $5 would get me as far in life is a 3 year old believes it can!
