Unfounded Guilt
As my husband has recently picked up a second job so we can
make more progress financially, I’ve been battling feelings of guilt I know I shouldn’t
be having. I feel like I should be contributing more. It is a financial sacrifice
to be a full-time mom. I’m blessed to have opportunities to freelance as a
copywriter but as is the nature of freelancing, that income is never consistent
or reliable. And as I watch my husband work incredibly hard and come home
exhausted each day the scale seems uneven. But it isn’t. And I know that.
Neglected Stacks of
Pencil Skirts
Admittedly I sometimes miss my pencil skirt days when I
contributed intellectually all day long, saw immediate results from my hard
work, and impressed impressive individuals. I look at the portfolio I worked
tirelessly to create and the experience I constantly chased after to have a
well-rounded resume and sometimes feel as if they were just a part of an obstacle
course I didn’t actually end up getting through.
However, I’ve been
trying to give myself all the massive amounts of credit that is due for having
the most important job yet in one of the most important and influential
industries: Motherhood.
The job title of “mom” is the most prestigious of any I’ve
ever held. The duties that come along with the title are the most difficult
I’ve ever been asked to fulfill but the benefits far out way all of the associated
costs. My pay is the smile on my child’s face and the satisfaction of knowing
the work I do is a good one. I don’t receive bonuses or reviews. I never find
myself in the lime light being praised by my superiors. I wear yoga pants and
v-neck t-shirts, not high heels and business blazers. Instead of keeping up
with the latest media trends and reading my bi-monthly edition of Ad Age I sing
along with Sesame Street and read Dr. Seuss.