An Open Letter to the Working Mom

Dear Working Mom,

I see you, and I want you to know that you’re doing an amazing job.

I know you were running late today because the kids were not having a good day, so you stayed with them a little longer. Now you’re trying to hurry up to get to Dunkin, while praying that they make your coffee right, so this day could at least look a little brighter. You have mastered putting on your makeup in the car so you can look presentable at work and put on a face like nothing is wrong, even though I know you’re exhausted. All while trying to figure out what’s for dinner, and its only 9:30am.

I see you…

Pulling out three calendars, trying to sync up everyone’s schedule to see if there is even a few hours you all can squeeze in together, knowing that once summer break starts there are exactly 11 Saturdays before school starts. So you try to plan everything you possibly can on those 11 Saturdays, even though Saturdays are the only day you have to catch up on everything else.

I know how much you stress when your baby is sick and how you have to call off work now because they can’t go to daycare. You worry about what your boss will say because it’s only July and you’ve already used over half of your personal days. You try to work from home so you won’t fall too far behind, but your baby needs you.

I see you trying to balance everything, but in all reality you’re scrambling to hold it all together.

If you don’t wash, the laundry will pile up.
If you don’t clean, the dust messes with their allergies.
If you don’t cook, no one eats.
It feels like nothing can get done unless you do it.

I know you go to bed and wake up exhausted.
It bothers you when people ask, “Why are you so tired?”
but you just smile and say you’re fine.

Still, I know you look forward to going into the office because you know that for at least 8 hours no one will need you to fix, clean, counsel, carry, or cook for them—no one will call you mom. You take a secret joy in going to the bathroom alone and look forward to eating a full meal without someone asking for a bite. However, every few minutes, you catch yourself looking over at the picture of your babies on your desk, and you can’t help but miss them like crazy.

Dear working mom,
I see you
I know you
because I am you!

You need to know that you’re doing an awesome job even if it doesn’t feel like it sometimes. You are absolutely rocking this!

Love Jomy