In the middle of a large-deadline-approaching-project my phone rings:
“KJ” just threw up…
Okay, one of us will be there in a few minutes to pick him up..”
No questions asked. Our son is sick and needs us. So begins the logistics. I call my hubby and after a few minutes it was decided that his schedule is more flexible than mine. He will take care of “KJ”. Hubby canceled some meetings and worked from home while “KJ” slept.
Did I put my job first? No.…..
How could I choose my job over my son? I didn’t.
Being a working mom requires tough decisions, dividing and conquering, and doing whatever it takes to make it happen. Yesterday, happened to be one of those situations. My employer needed me at work because of the looming deadline. My son needed me because he wasn’t feeling well. I am fortunate have a husband I can depend on; and both of us are fortunate to have flexible schedules.
I knew “KJ” was in good hands with his daddy to take care of him, but it didn’t stop my heart from aching. I longed to be with “KJ”, to hold him, to attend to his needs, make (homemade) chicken noodle soup for him, and to take his temperature. I know it is difficult for some to understand why I didn’t run to my son’s side and others difficult to understand why I wanted to be with “KJ”. The truth is, I am a mom 24 hours a day, seven days a week for the rest of my life. I am paralegal a few hours a day, five hours a week. Being a mom is not my job, it’s my privilege!