Dear Working Mom,

I don’t know how you do it.

We’ve all been tickled by the hilarious BBC interview that went so very wrong when two toddlers came running into the room while their dad was on Skype being interviewed about democracy in South Korea. It was my favourite YouTube moment of the year so far – until a friend reposted this on Facebook, a spoof of what it would have been like if it had happened to a woman. A working mom. And the reason I laughed so hard is that it so absolutely could have been true.

But actually, it’s kind of not funny.

Because working mom, I don’t know how you do it.

I don’t know how you get up in the mornings and get not only your small people looking presentable, but yourself as well. Hair, make-up, clothes-that-do-not-fall-into-the-Active-Wear-category, grown-up shoes… but you do.

I don’t know how you make breakfasts and packed lunches, and get small people to sit down and eat said breakfasts, while simultaneously preparing yourself mentally for whatever tasks are waiting for you when you get to your desk… but you do.

I don’t know how you manage to do the school run, administering that all-important “one last kiss”, and then haul yourself across town (or sometimes even further) to wherever work is, and arrive on time… but you do.

I don’t know how you field meetings and paediatrician appointments (both of which could be moved at any given time), sick kids and conference calls, and the eye-rolls of those who don’t know better when you absolutely have to leave at 5pm (I hear the voices only half joking: “Oh, half day today?”)… but you do.

I don’t know how you keep straight in your head the permission slips that need to be returned and the birthday gifts that need to be purchased and wrapped while simultaneously putting together a PowerPoint presentation on That Important Thing for a conference room full of people… but you do.

I don’t know how you finish your day job and then rush home to start your other, harder, more demanding job. You cook dinner, you get them to tell you about their day, smiling while you try not to feel sad about the moments you missed. You coo over their artwork, oversee homework, referee skirmishes, kiss better booboos, do bath time, read bedtime stories, and then when the lights are finally out, there is the matter of running your household to attend to. Making sure uniforms and sports kit are clean and in the right place, opening the post, checking the diary, finding time with your spouse…

I don’t know how you do it, but you do.

Working moms, you are the true unsung heroes, the true feminists, the true foot soldiers. Most of what you do goes unacknowledged, because you make it look easy. You never let your kids think for one moment that there’s anything more important to you than they are, and, by some houdini-esque, magical slight of hand, you simultaneously keep climbing the corporate ladder, ensuring there are places open for the rest of us, ensuring we don’t get left too far behind.

I’ve heard it said that there can be tendency towards judgement between different “camps” of women – the stay-at-home moms judging those who choose to value their careers too much to abandon them; the moms who go back to work judging the more “Stepford-orientated” among us for staying home… I have to say that I’ve never experienced any judgement of this kind. It’s been my experience that, whatever we do after we have children, it’s always accompanied by an element of regret and guilt. Those of us who stay home feel guilty for letting our careers stall, our educations go to “waste”, our skills get rusty. Those who return to work feel torn.

Judgement has no place here.

I’ve also heard it said that it takes a village, and that working moms have a team to help them. But in the middle of the night, you’re still mommy. When your kids are sick, you’re still mommy. You have to know who is where, when, and you’re the one who makes sure things don’t fall apart. You deserve every bit of credit for doing an impossible job, no matter how much help you have.

I can’t speak for women the world over, but from my little corner of reality I just want to say this: thank you, working mom. Thank you for doing the hardest job in the world and making it look easy. Thank you for taking judgement from those who don’t know better and brushing it off because, really, you’re far too busy for all that. Thank you for walking out of that meeting early and ignoring the sighs from the people who didn’t need to so that you could get back to your kids. Every day you are making strides towards normalising work-life balance for parents – even if it is sometimes at the cost of your own pride. Thank you for showing us that who you were before, although never the same again after children, is important to preserve.

Thank you for holding our metaphorical seats open for us in the workplace, so that when those of us who stayed away longer do go back you’re there, just ahead of us, making sure the path is clear and we don’t trip over.

I don’t know how you do it but, just, thank you. You’re my hero.

Love, Catherine

Catherine Dietrich
Tinybeans Voices Contributor

Catherine Dietrich is a freelance writer and mom to two girls. A former women's magazine journalist, she now writes for various online publications as well as celebrating motherhood on her blog, Littles, Love and Sunshine. Catherine is a British South African, currently living in the Bahamas with her husband and two small daughters.

I was set to fly to Sierra Leone, Senegal and Kenya for work when I discovered I was pregnant. When I told my boss, he said, “Well, then you can’t go to Sierra Leone. My brother had to be HVAC-ed out of there twice.” We considered switching my trip to the Philippines, but learned that the required vaccinations were too risky in my first trimester. I was grounded.

Before having children, I loved my work, especially the travel. Traveling to impoverished areas to start programs was my chance to work with and listen to people from where they were. The trips were invigorating and exhausting at the same time, because in-country I tried to squeeze out every minute I could with the locals, living, learning, and listening—but sometimes burning out.

My work demanded everything out of me—my time, my talents, and my passions. I was certainly driven—driven by my faith that I felt called me to work with those who need help, driven by my love for the countries and the people I visited, and driven by the satisfaction of seeing ideas for programs come to life in ways that I thought truly helped people.

Motherhood put a screeching halt to that drive. As a first time mother, my identity shifted dramatically, and it was jarring. Instead of being out there saving the world, I was at home keeping one tiny human alive, a tiny human that astounded me by how fiercely I loved him. In those first few months, I felt grateful to have that time just to bond with him, establish nursing and read him stories. Still, restlessness plagued me, and soon enough I felt the itch to work again, to use the parts of my self that had laid dormant for those few months adjusting to my new and seemingly all-encompassing role.

First, I tried jumping back into my jet-setting line of work. I flew to Jordan with my mother and my still nursing nine-month old in tow. I delivered training in the conference room, then ran to nurse my son on breaks in the hotel room. It was a memorable experience, but impossible to repeat when I had my second and third child. Traveling for vacation with children is hard enough; traveling overseas with an infant for work can be even more stressful—and costly.

I stepped away from work that required travel. In fact, for a short time I stepped away from work altogether.

And that was the best thing to happen to my career.

Privileged enough to be able to rely (with some budgeting) on my husband’s full time work and health insurance coverage, being home with my children and away from the overtime demands of my career gave me time to reflect. Instead of more demanding jobs, I began to work on short-term consultancies, mostly from home, until the opportunity arose to teach academic writing at a nearby community college.

This new challenge excited me, and I jumped into it with the same fervor I did my international development work. I then continued to adjunct work at four-year college, also teaching writing. As I balanced this with my consultancies, I also started to see a new identity emerge, an aspect of my personal interests that my whirlwind career had hidden—I started to see myself as a writer.

For years my writing had been limited to grant proposals, handbooks, training manuals, and case studies. Only occasionally did I delve out into essays and journal articles. With the time to step back from the relentless needs and priorities of my previous career, I could now come back to writing, something I always enjoyed doing.

Not only did I rediscover my love for writing, the young motherhood stage of my life allowed me to find my writing niche. I started blogging, trying out different themes and topics until a purpose to my writing emerged: helping people restore and build personal connections and relationships with one another. That purpose put together all the pieces of my life together thus far—the work with people in communities all over the world, the isolation I felt staying home with my children, the advocacy training I did with human rights advocates around the world, the conversations I was having on social media, the service I was doing at my local church—I could write about this with passion, authenticity, and credibility. And I would not have found this voice if not for my children.

My time with my young children is busy, and like it is for most mothers, physically and emotionally draining. Yet somehow this time also gave me the mental space my prior full-time career did not. As I reflected on what my kids were doing, saying, or teaching me, I thought about how my inner world connected to the outside world, and realized how much I had to share.

I have also increased my writing for my international work, consulting regularly for different organizations, glad to use my writing to make a difference in people’s lives. The passion I threw into my career before children paid dividends in my being able to construct my own consulting, teaching and writing career now. I’ve even been able to do some travel again, but on my own terms.

The stress of trying to balance attention to my family, work, and writing remains. Yet this transition has already bred new and exciting ideas about where I might go from here, as my children get older and I get more time to pursue my writing, my work and my interests. I have ideas bubbling in my head, a book slated for publication, and other projects simmering. These, along with my children’s chubby faces, are what drive me now.

Despite the prevailing narrative that motherhood can stall or even ruin careers, I know I am not the only mom who has seen motherhood enhance her career. I know many mothers whose transition to parenthood also led them away from soul-crushing jobs to exciting entrepreneurial endeavors or new and more meaningful career paths. Children are not a challenge to overcome as we advance in our careers. My story proves they can be the best thing to happen to our careers—and our lives.

 

Phoebe Farag Mikhail
Tinybeans Voices Contributor

Phoebe Farag Mikhail is an author, educator, and international development consultant. She has lived in New York, Washington, D.C., the United Kingdom and Egypt and she and her husband love traveling with their three kids. She blogs at Being in Community and is the author of Putting Joy into Practice: Seven Essential Ways, forthcoming from Paraclete Press.

A well-blended cup of coffee is magical. Transformative, even. The perfect spot to sip your joe? That’s kid-friendly, to boot? Well, that’s downright utopic. If you’ve already found that little slice of shangri la, it can be hard to abandon it for something new. But hear us out; Sterling, Virginia’s Ridgetop Coffee & Tea isn’t kid-friendly in the here-is-a-handful-of-crayons-to-keep-kids-quiet kind of a way. This community-centered shop could easily double for an indoor play place. Yes, really!


Sip N’ Play
Here’s the scoop: The playroom at Ridgetop is designed for kids up to age 6 and boasts an indoor jungle gym, an indoor basketball hoop, a doll house, a kitchenette a special area designated for kids under two, and more. And the best part? It’s free (F-R-E-E). The entire space is enclosed by a glass wall, so Mom (or Dad) can keep an eye on Junior while actually carrying on an adult conversation. We love toddler-speak (kids really do say the darnedest things!), but sometimes you just want to be able to finish a sentence with a friend. Did you catch the part about the glass? You can keep an eye on your kiddos, but — truth be told — you can barely hear them (genius!).

Java Aficionados Rejoice
While the playroom is swoon-worthy, we should point out this is a bonafide coffee place with a local vibe; the coffee hails from Caffe Amouri, the tea from Dominion Tea, and the baked goods from Herndon’s Boutique Bakeshop.
  For tiny fingers, Ridgetop offers free cups of Cheerios. You’ll find tables large enough to accommodate big groups (and, if you ask, you can make use of their complimentary conference room), tiny tables for little ones and a section of sofas and chairs to relax over a puzzle or board game (this place is stocked with lots of games, puzzles, books and more).


Class is in Session
Ridgetop hosts a number of kid-centric activities, like Story Time for the six-and-under set and Activity Time for children in 3rd grade through 5th grade; be sure to check out the shop’s event calendar before going.

21631 Ridgetop Cir. (Sterling, Va)
703-444-6444
Online: ridgetopcoffeeandtea.com

Have you checked out this coffee shop yet? Tell us about it in the comments section below. 

–Meghan Meyers

Get a glimpse at what it’s like to work at Red Tricycle. Here are the top 12 reasons we think working with us rocks!

1. You’ll work on the sunny shores of Sausalito just steps from sea lions, fish (the aquatic variety and the restaurant) and just out of reach of the fog, or at our office in San Francisco.
2. Enjoy a flexible schedule. Seriously, we mean it! Many of us are parents.

3. Attend meetings around a conference room table that’s often full of free lunches, snacks, home baked goodies, and a variety of candy that would make Willy Wonka jealous.

4. Be a part of a highly engaged and close knit team. This is not traditional publishing. Designers, engineers, sales reps, marketing and editorial all work very closely together every single day.
5. Let your voice be heard as an early employee at a company with significant market traction.

6. We like to play! Our team enjoys monthly company outings during daytime hours (read: we don’t like to take you away from your evening family time).

7. Be a part of a company that’s committed to being a great place for parents to work. If something isn’t working, we’ll fix it.

8. Impress your friends with your knowledge of the latest events and happenings around town. Whether it’s a new kids consignment store or a hidden gem playground, you’ll be up to date on what’s happening in the Bay.

9. Free swag! You’ll win the parent of the year award thanks how many cool goods you take home.

10. Bring your kids, dogs, or bunnies to the office. We welcome everyone!


11. You may occasionally get to drive an ice cream truck through the streets of New York or giveaway cupcakes at the Exploratorium or build a playground for a neighborhood in need,  all part of the fun of guerilla marketing at an early stage start-up.


12. Make life more amazing for the community and their kids! Your work will have a big time impact on your pint-sized adventurers.

Excited? Check out our current job openings here!