I decided not to find work until my kids grew up. In hindsight, the decision was flawed & I did myself a disservice.
“You are not an involved mother, but I have just accepted that about you,” my sulky 15-year-old said to me recently.
To say that her words came as a shock to me would be to put it mildly. Having given up my thriving career as an offering on the altar of motherhood, I had taken a sanctimonious view towards parenting. I believed that one had to give it their best and my best meant giving up being everything else I had ever been, to assume my role as a mother.
This happy sacrifice briefly gave me a sense of moral superiority as a parent with an initial – “Look! My child matters so much to me that I have made a bonfire of my career and I am basking in the glow of its embers.”