Fifty-Two Frames: Women

After attempting a lot of set-up shots that just didn’t work, I made a Hail Mary pass when, while juggling 3639846 things, I noticed Bebe standing at the window.

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Week 28: Women

After three years of working from home, I went back to an office this week. The week that war threatens my kids, I’m no longer a 5 minute drive from them. I’ve been struggling with this fact, and then I remember my original intent: I can show them, my boy or girls, what a woman can do. A woman can work, and parent, and move, and care, and thrive, and love, all in one day, all in the same moment. Since having a second daughter four months ago, the kind of example I set them has been a constant thought. And then there are moments when I see how my older girl can move, can care, can thrive, can love, that I realize… she’s on the path to becoming that kind of woman, too.

Working motherhood.

It would be cliche and boring to say being a working mother is like a big juggling act. Or jigsaw puzzle. Would it be any more exciting to call it an Unscramble? I used to love those.

There are so many pieces involved to making a day go by successfully. Or, at the very least, passably. So many compromises… Milk over meetings? Conference calls over bath time? So many explanations that come out of my mouth sounding like lame excuses.

I did a decent job of enjoying maternity leave while keeping work in the back of my mind. Aside from the fact that being a stay-at-home-mom is one of the biggest luxuries I can think of, I have come to admit that I’m one of those women that has to have a global purpose during the day, even if by global I mean serving the world wide web for a medium-sized hi-tech company.

Then of course, there’s the Other Woman, the milking, the shlepping.

It’s so kinda definitely hectic. What happened, self? There was a time when I worked, went to school, socialized and planned a wedding at the same time.

But then again, I wasn’t being haunted in my light-sleep by evil tooth fairies (the kind that implant them in the cloud-like gums of cherubs at the price of your sanity).

If you ever need an exercise in humbling yourself, become a mom in the midst of working in a fast-paced industry while dropping off your new baby at another woman’s home every day, carrying glass jars of your own milk. All while being chased by the evil tooth fairy.