“The topic of working moms is a tap-dance recital in a minefield.” – Tina Fey
Little Riddles started school this week. Which brings up a lot of different emotions. Want to hear the wheel of competing voices in my head?
First day of daycare! It’s a milestone! … Oh, I will miss being with Riddles all the time. I mean, I miss him when he goes to sleep and he’s still in the house … but I am very excited about my work. I am a smart and resourceful employee. It’s good that I am still working … but am I putting Riddles second because I have vocation both in and outside of the home? *guilt* … but while I love to be with Riddles all the time, I know he will benefit from a childcare professional teaching him things. I don’t know anything about childhood development. The fact that I know so little about childhood development makes me feel like it was irresponsible for me to get pregnant in the first place … Does Riddles deserve a mother who knows more about babies? *more guilt* … Well, I may not know a lot about babies, but I am good at my new job … should I even have a job? …
A man would never write this blog post, and that makes me cranky. *feminist anger*
I would get all feminist on you here, but the fact that I quit my corporate job and Husbanks has to hand me a monthly “spending money” check for the next three years takes away a lot of that clout.
Oh, but wait.
Husbanks doesn’t hand me a check because I’m a woman, he hands me a check because as my partner he agreed to support me while I take on a new challenge. And I would do the same for him.
Look at that, I still got all feminist on you. Huh.
Thanks, Husbanks. I love you. Thanks for helping me to be me. Even when “me” is all those competing voices, tap dancing over a minefield.
At school, Riddles was assigned to Katelyn’s old crib. A good omen.