Dear Working Mom,
I don’t know how you do it.
I don’t know how you get up early in the mornings and get not only your small whiny people looking presentable, but yourself as well. Hair, make-up, wrinkle free shirts, grown-up shoes… but you do.
I don’t know how you make breakfasts and pack lunches, and get your small people to behave and eat breakfast, while simultaneously preparing yourself mentally for work-related tasks… but you do.
I don’t know how you manage to do the school run, not forgetting the “good bye kiss,” and then drive yourself across town (or sometimes even further) to wherever work is, and arrive on time… but you do.
I don’t know how you balance all the work and school related meetings and coughing kids and conference calls, and the eye-rolls of those who don’t know better when you absolutely have to leave at 5 pm ... but you do.
I don’t know how you plan a "frozen theme" birthday party for your sweet girl while simultaneously putting together a PowerPoint presentation for a "very important client"… but you do.
I don’t know how you finish your day job and then rush home to start your other, harder, more demanding job.
You fix dinner, you get them to tell you about their day. You coo over their messy art work, do bath time, read bedtime stories, and then when the lights are finally out, you carry out your household chores.
I don’t know how you do it, but you do.
Most of what you do goes unacknowledged, because you make it look smooth.
You never let your kids think for one moment that there’s anything more precious to you than they are.
I’ve also heard it said that it takes a village. I am sure many of you might have a very supportive spouse and parents. But in the middle of the night, you’re still a mommy.
When your kids are sick, you’re still mommy. You deserve every bit of credit for doing this tough job, no matter how much help you have.
Thank you for taking judgement from those who don’t know any better.
I can’t speak for every one, but from my little corner of reality I just want to say this: Thank you, working mom. Thank you for doing the hardest job in the world and making it look doable.
I don’t know how you do it but, just, thank you. You’re my hero.