My son recently asked me why I worked so much and my heart dropped.
I don’t want my son to grow up feeling like I’m not around and I don’t want him to feel like my work is more important than him. Of course not.
If I’m entirely transparent, I work 4 days a week, one of which is at night. As well as the occasional event here and there. It’s not a lot. Not in my eyes anyway. But in his sweet little eyes, he missed his mummy.
This triggered me. I felt sad. I felt like a terrible mother. I wondered if I should stop working and focus on being there for him every night and making sure he never missed me.
But then I took time to reflect and I realised that I work for so many reasons and couldn’t stop.
I work to contribute to my family financially.
I work to fulfil a part of me that parenting does not and can not fulfil.
I work to help other people feel f*cking amazing in their lives.
I work to show my boys that women can work and can contribute a lot more than housework to a family.
I work to make an impact in the world, my world and my kids worlds.
My son may miss me at dinner on Tuesday nights and any other times during my work hours, but I wouldn’t be able to show up for him how he needs or wants if I stopped working.
I am a working mum and I am a good mum.
With love & support,
Shorina | Mindful Soul Collective
Counsellor & Wellbeing Coach
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