It’s taken me close to a decade to realize that I am a better mom BECAUSE I work.
You see, for years, I felt guilty. I couldn’t be the type of mom that most consider to be a “good mom.” I didn’t pick up my boys at school. I wasn’t always available for their school activities. I couldn’t always volunteer in their classroom. I missed a few of their sporting games. And all of this made me feel like a “bad mom.”
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Two years ago, when my then nine year old son first came to live with us, he asked my husband an interesting question at bedtime. He had been with us for two weeks and he wanted to know why everyone in the family – brothers, sisters, parents – told him that they loved him every day. He was puzzled because he had never had anyone say that to him before, and he said he didn’t really know what it even meant. My husband told him, “it means we will always be here for you, no matter what, that we will always have your back, that our family will always be your family, and that we will love you unconditionally and forever.”
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