The Working Mom Story

A working mom is a lot of things. Just random thoughts on who she tries to be.
What's on the plate of a working mother?

To that mom who gulps down the leftovers of her child's breakfast on most days just to save the extra five minutes and drop her child early at school.

To the mom who runs a recap of previous day's pending tasks at work while you drive through the traffic on the road.

To the one who tries to multitask in the head during the morning travel , coming up with ideas that wait to get brainstormed that day.

To the one who munches a bowl of junk many days because she didn't manage to pack lunch for herself.

To the one who feels lucky enough to be able to work yet wishes all day that she could be there for her child for more hours of the day.

To the one who has to take taunts at work for being 'punctual' in leaving the office at the end of the day just so that she could spend some more time with her child.

To the one who is full of gratitude for having the support system that let's her work away from the child yet keeps doubting in her head if she has expressed enough gratitude openly or has hurt someone by not showing gratitude.

To the one who feels guilty within for being able to laugh and chat with a bunch of friends at work, and feel younger than the usual self even after being a mom.

The one who feels privileged and guilty to be able to use the washroom at peace at work without having kids sitting or knocking at the door for complete five minutes.

The one who gets judged for not being able to cook in the morning, for reasons only that she may be knowing.

The one who tries to find reasons and explain herself every time someone judges her, although she actually needn't.

The one who wishes she could have taken up that dream job and not given up on her real passion, just for the sake of having 'convenient timings at work' as dictated by others.

The one who yearns to have a work life that will give her more time to look after the household.

The one who prays for her child to not fall sick not only because she wants her child to be healthy but also because she doesn't want to be in the dilemma of choosing between staying back with her sick child or attending that important project deadline.

The one who refrains from being a part of many work get togethers in order to not be seen as the bad mom who ignores her child and 'enjoys' her life to the core.

The one who hopes to have a cleaner home some day in life.

The one who decides the dinner menu and picks up groceries for that in a haste while driving back home.

The one who struggles hard enough to detach from work once she reaches home and not pass on the work stress to her child.

The one who tries to be more than a mother to the child so that the child expresses more affection towards her.

I feel you when you try hard to fit in yourself into that definition of the good mother that everyone else took the liberty to define.

I am not going to tell you that it's worth it. I don't want to give you that preachy sermon. All I want to tell you is that I feel you, I know you, I see you everyday. I hope you find peace in your head one bright day!