There's nothing like a child's birthday to bring out every insecurity a
working mom can have. When will she make the cupcakes for school, and
assuming she finds a time between midnight and 5am to make them, how
will her poor child transport them to school (since Mom will of course
be working and unable to attend the class celebration, even though everybody else's mom does)? Will she be able to leave work early enough to get a cake
and be home in time for birthday dinner? Will the birthday child forgive
the fact that Working Mom left so early she could barely say "Happy Birthday"
in the morning, so everything has to wait until night? And will said
birthday child be pleased with the gifts Working Mom got recently and long ago,
some during moments when there was no money to spare, others bought in
moments grabbed in a now very busy life?
As another birthday comes to a close, I am happy to report that Working
Mom did good this time. Earlier than usual was early enough, the
presents were right on target, and there was a real celebration of
someone's having been born.
Just because you're a working mom doesn't mean you have to be a full of
guilt mom. It just means you've got to dance a little fast sometimes.
And what's a birthday without a little dancing anyhow?
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