Dear Children: I Don’t Regret Being A Working Mom, But I Do Worry
Dear child, I’m not sorry I work. I know a lot of other moms are, but I’m not. I’m not sorry that when I leave you in the morning, you don’t cry because you know how much fun you’re going to have while I’m working. I want you to have that fun, even if I’m not there to see it. I’m not sorry that, because I’m a working mom, you get more quality time with your perfectly capable father . I’m not sorry that you’ve bonded with your other caregivers, because the more people who love you—and the more people you love back—the better. I’m not sorry that you get to see both your mommy and your daddy doing housework and changing diapers because, since we both work, we split the jobs at home as well. I’m not sorry that you get to overhear your daddy and I working cooperatively as a team to keep our schedules running smoothly (or at least running—the smooth part is questionable). I’m not sorry that I have less time with you, because I know that the quality of the time we have t...