A working mom

Being a working mom is hard.

I knew it would be, but I never imagined it would be this hard!

No, the job itself isn't any harder, the hours aren't any longer, the commute isn't any worse... but it feels like it. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I work with an incredible group of people and I really do enjoy what I do, but every time I see my little girl smile, I want to drop everything, call in sick and cuddle up with her for the day.

But I don't.

Sometimes I bring her to work with me and that helps. She lays on the floor in the office or takes a nap or makes her rounds, holding court with anyone that passes by. Most of the time, she is content to sit in my lap and watch me edit. If I could, I would bring her every day.

It's hard sometimes, walking out of the door in the morning, away from that smile... And then counting down the hours until I can see her again.

There is no better feeling after a long day filled with meetings, laborious edits and unforgiving deadlines, than to walk in the door and see my little girl. When she notices me, her eyes light up and she grins uncontrollably. Her feet start to kick and her hands wave around. I feed her and then she sits in my lap, snuggled up in my arms and she talks to me. Sometimes she reaches up to touch my face or she plays with my clothes. And other times she just sits in my lap and screeches.

These are good moments. These are the best moments.

Being a working mom isn't easy, but at least I have these moments and for that I am thankful!

smiles for mommy