Good morning, Mamma!! I had a a business dinner last night that my own mother could only have dreamt of, and my grandmother could never have imagined.
Across from me was a lady lawyer. She talked animatedly of her three daughters and her stay-at-home-husband, whom she clearly adored. She said that he is looking to go back to work next year when their youngest goes to pre-school full time.
Next to me, a mother of two sons and a daughter – her husband works full time too, and we talked about how they share childcare and household duties. She took time during the evening for a good-night call with her two youngest.
Across from me, a beautiful blonde mother of two — her generous and hard-working heart keeps her co-parenting with her kids’ dad, even though they’re not married anymore. Her student-athlete, super-smart, completely-charming kids appear, as far as I can tell, to be growing up without the tension and rancor that used to be standard fare in divorced families. Well done, her.
Four moms, at a business dinner. All of us combining work and motherhood in different ways. Earlier that day, we’d met with a lady executive who runs a several-hundreds-of-employees corporation; she’s a mom too.
One generation from “you can be a nurse, a teacher or a flight attendant”. Two generations from “you can be a mom or a nun”. We, none of us, have easy or tidy lives, but who does? We have full lives, lives full of kids, work, relationships… how blessed are we?! Choices, girl. We’ve got choices.
Yes, it can be hard. Raising six kids without an electric washer and dryer was probably hard too. (God bless you, Grandma.) Life is work, Mamma, I don’t need to tell you, hard and beautiful.
Go rock your day, Mamma, in whatever way you are making it work. And know that you are not alone in this lovely, messy dance we call working motherhood.
Go, Mamma, go!