I’m a working mom because my husband and I are in this parenting game 100%.
He may have never packed a diaper or overnight bag but he does 99.9% of daycare drop-off and pick-up. (He always gives Daycare the heads-up if I’m ever to pick-up V so they don’t assume I’m trying to kidnap him I’m there so infrequently).
He gets V set-up for dinner every night and cooks for all of us. He also takes V to swim every weekend, it’s something they do together.
I work because we work together.
We do V’s bedtime routine together every night trading off who will read him a book and rock him to sleep.
For a few months when it was all about ‘Dada’ he put V to bed every night and comforted him whenever he needed it, even in the middle of the night.
When V had to go to the hospital, we navigated it together and were there for every moment as a team. He has subsequently taken him to every doctors appointment and almost every blood draw.
I work because we work hard to figure out our balance.
Some days work is challenging, luckily our challenges tend to trade off allowing the other to pick-up the slack. Whether its me or it’s him that needs to work late, it’s no problem – pick-up, dinner and bedtime still happen.
I work because my husband supports my role as a mom AND my career.
Outside of my parents there is no one person more proud or excited about my career achievements than my husband. There’s also no one more enthusiastic about my role as V’s mom. He knew I could do this motherhood thing before I did. Literally.
For all the times I want to murder him a little bit in his sleep, I’m reminded of his hard work and sacrifice for our family. For now, we live on in our version of harmony.