The caption reads: This face makes being a working mom so hard sometimes #motherhood #mommyguilt
I was grinning ear-to-ear, pushing the kids in the double buggy and Luis was behind me, walking Rocco when we ran into our neighbor and her dog on a cool July evening earlier this week. Though we had met the neighbor’s husband a couple times, we hadn’t met her yet. After exchanging pleasantries, chit-chatting about the unusually cold summer (#puremichigan), and telling us how adorable the kids are, she asked if I worked, her eyes darting from the two squealing babes in the stroller to me — beaming with pride behind them.
But with her question, my face fell. I found myself heaving a guilt-ridden sigh. And then choking back tears as she shot me a knowing glance and told me how she stayed home with her kids when they were small. How she has no regrets. How it wasn’t easy, but it was the right choice for her.
It’s a conversation like this that explains why I question myself every.single.day. I don’t know it’s the “right” choice for me to work — but it’s my reality at the moment. Continue reading “a walk down mommy guilt lane” →
We were FaceTiming with my parents as we do every Sunday when the topic of caterpillars came up — in relation to a Baby Einstein singing toy Maya had as a baby that Ben now is smitten with.
“I saw two caterpillars at school,” she told my parents, voice tinged with a combination of pride and sass.
“Oh, you did? Where were they, inside or outside?” my mom asked, assuming she had seen them on the playground following all this rain we’ve had.
“They were inside.” (Hmmm … OK. So I figured her teacher brought them in one to see or they had read a book about them).
“Really? Maya, do you know what a caterpillar turns into?” Continue reading ““I learned it at school”” →
Today over lunch a couple mommy friends and I were answering questions from a pregnant friend about the whole elusive work/life balance. We told her it’s so cliched but so true … pretty much everything changes when you have kids … even for people who genuinely didn’t expect it to. Which means something has to give if you want to maintain happiness in spite of said changes. Continue reading “Time, Time, Time” →