I was in a waiting area yesterday (no, I am not saying where I was), sat alone listening to the music and writing my blog about my Spring Fair visit (to be published Monday), and generally minding my own business. A lady came and sat in the area with her son, I said hello, pointed the toy box out to both of them and carried on working. The lady struck up conversation with me chatting about the weather and how fast children grow up; she has an older daughter, a 4-year-old son, and one on the way; she asked nothing about me or my situation which was fine until from absolutely nowhere she said this “I think that women who have kids and then continue working are so selfish, I had my kids young and live my life with them. You just can’t be a good mum and work it’s just wrong” (with notepad and pen fortunately in hand I wrote it down).
Now, those that know me know that I am not easy to floor in the conversation department; I refrained from vocalising what I was thinking (which was along the lines of who the f%^* are you!!!). I also refrained from jumping to my feet to whack her in the face with my shoes, and actually it was what I did that shocked me the most. I found myself replying in an apologetic way for being a working mum! Justifying why I went to work – “oh it pays the bills”, “I didn’t have my child young and you get used to 2 incomes”.
My favourite line within my group of friends is “I’m no Mary Poppins” and I’m not; I don’t bake we cook dinner, we share great experiences , have skidding competitions in the hallway, go to the library, skip to school and laugh together a lot!! I take him to school every day and collect him every day and we both get the best of both worlds. I consider myself very fortunate in that respect. I do wish I was a little more like Mary Poppins at times, cracking accessories and she could do magical things – who wouldn’t want to be her!
If I didn’t work I would be bored rigid; A life of ironing, cooking and cleaning. Jeremy Kyle, Loose Women and endless coffee mornings when the only thing you have to talk about is your children. OK, OK, now I am making sweeping statements!
My son is my moon and my stars, and I love him more than I thought it possible to love someone. My opinion; for what it is worth is that a child with a working mum is an independent adult in the making; my name is mummy not slave, we do things together, he understands that mummy has to work so that we can do the cool things in life like; go to restaurants, the cinema, on holiday, the zoo etc and he helps me with work (next week’s blog). I think he is the cleverest, brightest nearly 6-year-old that there is, I also know and appreciate my son truly is my miracle and I cherish him everyday – although he drives me mad obviously!!
I am giving my son a worth ethic and I spend quality time with him…. Yes the woman in the waiting room (whom I do not know and will probably never see again) made me feel the guilt for a minute but actually she made me feel a little sad that I didn’t say what I should have… Life is full of choices, what might be right for you may not be right for some (it takes different strokes).
I am proud of the choices I have made and I know Adam is too!! X