Listening to this segment on Today Show - 6 tips to avoid working-mom guilt, struck a cord with me. I worked all my son's life, weird hours, nights, weekends. I did manage to work 4-10 hour days for years, which allowed me to volunteer at school, work the concession stand at little league, help out with band auctions. Probably because I grew up in daycare while my single-mom worked to keep food on the table ... I did not want my son to endure after-school-daycare and miss out on spending lazy afternoons in his own house, playing with neighbor kids, watching cartoons, building forts, having fun, whatever ... but in his own home. Of course, my own mom stepped in to help with that aspect of his life and he did enjoy life after-school at home.
So I think it is ironic that after all that sacrifice, now that is is time to help him with college, I am unable to do so. Or that all of those years working ... feeling the quilt ... missing out of so many little things, now he is reaching adulthood ... I find myself unemployed. The career I worked so hard to have, gave up so much to stay with while raising my son has now vanished. I ask myself, were those working years away from him worth it? If I had it to do all over, I think I would do it differently.
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