Talking about working and motherhood is a difficult task. People get defensive, territorial, classist, angry, and hurt. After all, parenting is crucial, the most important endeavor most of us will ever undertake. And Motherhood, with a capital M, is so laden and mythologized.
So when someone questions our decision to work, or not, to raise our kids with or without religion, educate them at school or at home, feed them a bottle or from a breast we discuss, defend, decry, or simply silently judge...
Because there is so much at stake here.
When my twins were babies I had a big important job, worked many many hours each week, but flexed them so that I could spend each afternoon and evening with the girls. As time went on, and they started getting sick, I became more exhausted by trying to do both important jobs, it became more and more difficult. By the time the girls were nearly a year, I cashed out my retirement and took some time off to spend with them. Going from working to not working in such a short period was disorienting and frankly, I hated it. It was boring, tiresome, totally isolating.
So I went back to work again. This time an equally important job, but with more flexibility, more support at home, and a deep desire to get back into the workforce and use my brain. This effort went well for awhile. Then I got pregnant with my third baby and you can probably imagine the rest.
My work life now is as a contractor. I work as a part-time fundraiser for my daughters' school, I write for Babble and a few other places, but all of this is done mostly from home. I had to try out each working option, each possibility before getting to this place. And the time I have now is so much less stressful than when I worked in an office, especially on a Sunday evening. And spending time with my youngest is enjoyable, even when a little boring.. simply because I know it does go by so quickly. The choices women and men make to accommodate their children are fascinating.
I'm grateful I had the choice to cut back and try another path that fit better with my family's need. Sunday nights aren't the terror they once were...
What about your work-life? How did you come to your choices and are you happy with them?