Ramblings of a Working Momma

Today is Twin Tuesday, and I had an adorable pair of girlies lined up, but with the holiday this past weekend, today’s twins might have to wait till a little later this week. That’s ok though.

Instead, today I thought I’d get something out that I think about a lot. What being a working mom means for me and my baby. This morning I read a post by Lauren of With Two Cats that really hit home, especially with our current daycare search in full swing. It was about the guilt that working moms feel when it seems like someone else is raising your baby, and that even the best nanny just isn’t the same as Mom. I very often feel like the few hours a day that I get to see my daughter are never enough. I read so many mom blogs written by stay at home moms, and I feel envy at their freedom and that they have that option, but we just don’t. There will always be a part of me that wishes I could spend all day, every day with my kid(s).

Who wouldn’t want to see that smile all day??

But there is another part of me that really loves being a working woman. I don’t even know if I could be a stay at home. I love having a career that is also my passion. Getting to create beautiful and functional things for my clients and staying on the edge of current trends and technologies is exciting and rewarding for me. I want my daughter to be proud of me and know that she can have a family and a successful career at the same time.

On top of that, I do truly believe that spending time at daycare is good for her. I think it will help her both physically and mentally, strengthening her immune system and her social skills. Encouraging her to not be afraid of new experiences or to be scared if she’s not with me every second. And helping her general development just by seeing the older kids be kids.

So all of these things are often on my mind and we try to find a balance between the things we have to do and the things we want to do for our kids. But generally, especially in today’s society, I try to remember to be grateful that I have a job to go to, that we have a healthy baby who can attend daycare, and that we can afford to send her there at all. I know a lot of people would be happy with just those things and I know I lead a very blessed life. Not to mention I still have my every-other-Friday schedule to fit in all the snuggling I can with the little squeak. Lucky lucky. Even if that guilt does sneak in at times.


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