For 3 years now, I’ve wrestled with the painful struggle of working vs being a mother to my children. And lately, the poignancy was sharp enough to interrupt my normal workflow to write about it in my previous post. Perhaps that last post was in subconscious anticipation for what was to come, because only days later I experienced a breakthrough in thought: Maybe my greatest contribution to my children isn’t just as being a mother, a breast of milk, a comfort, an affirmation of their identity. But also as a role model. Bear with me for a moment. Maybe….. maayyyyybe this culture...
My biggest heart-strain for the past 3 years is the constant pull I feel between being a business owner and a mother. Entrepreneurs put in an insane amount of hours to be successful. And babies and toddlers demand and insane amount of time and attention to be healthy. Days like today make me want to cry. No let’s just be honest, I type with tears down my cheeks. Clarity and Serenity have been going to a really great preschool conveniently located a block from our house. They really love it. Until lately. I just dropped them off this morning but...
