If there's a phrase in this world that I hate, just absolutely cannot stand, it is "working mothers."
Obviously, the words are intended to mean a woman who is a parent and works outside of the home. But show me any woman who has children, and I'll show you a working mother. I absolutely abhor the implication that the woman who stays at home with her children does not work. By God, the hardest work I ever did was staying at home with my kids.
Up to my elbows in diaper shit while another kid had a temperature of 102, was barfing, and needed to go to the doctor -- but I wasn't working?
Let's see . . . what's the opposite of work? I was relaxing while I served as caregiver, chauffeur, nurse, cook, teacher, and I volunteered at church and at my children's schools. Oh, of course it wasn't work because having children is nothing but a 24-hour, seven day per week blessing.
I loved my kids; I still love my kids and they aren't kids anymore. They have thanked me for staying at home with them. But the price I paid psychologically and with my career was devastating. I could never catch up with moms who did not stay at home with their children, and when we went to a social gathering I could see eyes glaze over when people learned what I did. Oh you stay at home . . . how nice . . . now pardon me while I wander away to talk to someone interesting who actually works.
Working mother my ass. We all work, except for a privileged famous and/or wealthy few who have multiple nannies and ignore their children. And shame on them.
I think it's a good thing for a woman to keep up with her career. I wish I had. But I have always worked.
Infinities of love,