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I will admit that I have always been thankful that I have been able to be a stay-at-home mom for the last 14 years. I wanted to be with my kids. I loved having them home with me. (Though, admittedly, the preschool/part-time years were a nice recovery break.) I will also admit that when asked "What do you do?" I always heard myself reply, "Nothing. I just stay home with the kids." Nothing? Nothing? Isn't that sort of the equivalent of when being asked, "Are you hurt?" replying with, "Not at all! I just broke 7 bones, severed a finger, have a concussion and need 174 stitches." Staying at home is not NOTHING. When talking to other women who worked outside the home, I felt a mixture of guilt that I did not have to work a 9-5 job quickly followed by shame that I was not working outside the home. Guilt for being a stay-at-home mom.
Then I was introduced to the world of being a work-at-home mom. If I had a dollar for every time I was told (in any variation) that it must be nice to work whenever I want to and drop things at a moments notice to volunteer/drive the carpool/take trips/go to a movie etc., I could retire today and live off of the bountiful plenty that question has earned me. Admittedly, my schedule is more flexible than someone who works a 9-5 job outside of the home. However, I still WORK. I can just do it in my pj's some days. Because I honestly cannot drop everything at any time, I have been tasting the bitter flavor of Working Mom Guilt. (Personal opinion: Blech!)
How many times have I had to turn away an offer to go on a field trip because I have a looming deadline? How many times have I had to say, "Just a minute, honey, I have to finish this today" when one of my kids asks me to play with them? What about that gut wrenching dilemma when you have to choose between going somewhere that would be a great leap forward for your job, but to do so would mean your child would go without something they needed or more importantly, you would miss that Big Event they have been looking forward to sharing with you? What do you do? I mean, on one hand, you have been looking forward to grabbing onto this awesome experience for your job and meeting new people and networking. On the other hand, you have your child looking at you asking you to please be there for this Big Event that means so much to them. The kicker? You have a choice. Neither one is mandatory. Now choose. And do it guilt free? How?
I feel guilty. I get anxiety attacks. I lay awake at night and try to figure out how to clone June Cleaver to help me out at home and Murphy Brown to help me out at work. (Yes, I know these are fictional characters! Don't forget I am lying in my bed trying to clone them. Does the fact they are not real actually matter?)
My point is this, motherhood is laden with guilt. Am I doing this correctly? Was that the right choice to make? How do I give them all they need and still hold back enough of me to survive? This working guilt is all new to me, yet as any good guilt will tell you, it is still strong enough to keep me awake at night and wonder how I can possibly do it all and no one suffers. And IF someone is going to suffer, how to limit that to myself and not my children. So far, I have zero answers. All I do know is that by working, I am helping my kids. By helping my kids, I am being a good mother.
And that really is what I want most.
Some other great women have some great things to say about working mom guilt.
So Called Super Mom had a great post about her dealing with her guilt issues.
The "what about me" guilt creeps in when I decide that yes, Grace will have a babysitter because I need to be with Me. You















