If I weren’t a working parent:

  • My house would be cleaner
  • My income smaller
  • My work wardrobe dustier
  • My dry-fit pants and fleece jacket used often
  • Mascara would be for pleasure not professionalism

 If I weren’t a working parent:

  • I wouldn’t worry if the baby didn’t sleep through the night – I don’t have to be up and in the adult world at 7am sharp tomorrow
  • I wouldn’t ache if my toddler wants to read his choo choo book just one more time this morning, but I have to go to the office
  • A doctor’s appointment, fever, repair man visit, vet stop wouldn’t be a crisis of schedule shifting
  • The futile hunt for evening toddler activities at the gym and library would cease

 If I weren’t a working parent:

  • My toddler would call me “momma” all the time and not sometimes also by the babysitter’s name
  • The strenuous child care juggling act would cease because I wouldn’t travel for work or need someone to pick up the kids
  • I could look my son in the eye and not also be thinking about what I have to do next
  • I wouldn’t have to memorize and strategize our calendar five weeks out
  • My list of responsibilities would be just as long, but deeply simplified

If I weren’t a working parent:

  • My schedule would match my priorities
  • I wouldn’t wonder what my boys do all day
  • I’d laugh, play trains, read books, struggle with nap times, meal plan and maybe actually cook
  • I might question if I was using all my talents, and then fiercely push the thought away….

If I’m a brilliant mother to my children, what else is there to do? 

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