Motherhood is a job. Some people don’t think it is. Perhaps they think it’s all tea and gossiping.
I’m afraid the only women who might be doing that is are the mega-rich ones who pay someone else to look after their kids.
I’ve always taken my role as a mother seriously. And I gave up a lot, including a career, to put my children first and give them the best start in life filled with love, support and affection. And, despite one or two hiccups on the way, they are three successful and fine young men with super qualities and lovely natures.
It has not been easy though. Being a mother and being responsible for someone else's life is a tough call. It's not like the cut and thrust of business where people are just numbers on a payroll. Sometimes when they were little I slept on their bedroom floors when they were so ill I thought they might die. At other times, I've stayed up all night to proofread essays. I've run from feeding one baby to calm the other who was having night terrors until I was in state of near exhaustion. I've watched them be defeated and weep at losing in their sports and fought to rebuild their confidence. I've helped them to overcome amongst other things dyslexia, depression, disappointing exam results, rejection and anaphylactic shock.
Just like other mothers. And 9 to 5 mums too.
There have been times I have been so exhausted I have wept. Particularly when my younger children were babies and my husband would never get out of bed to help. There were other times I was so frustrated when I had to deal with their educational problems and depression by myself I could have screamed.
Of course, silently, I did scream. By I held myself together, sometimes only by a thread, because I am a mother and I take my responsibilities seriously.
When I die I know I will have done my very best for my children. I won’t regret that I didn’t have a big career, or a swanky big house or a fast car. And, yes, my boys they won’t have had luxurious holidays when they were kids or inherit a tonne of cash because I chose not to work but I know one thing, for sure. They will always love me and I will always love them no matter what happens. I will always be by their side to support them in their choices, their highs and their lows and I will never let them down.
So, ladies, next time someone puts you down or gives you no respect because you took time-out to be the mother that nature intended turn the other cheek, walk away.
Don't don't let someone else's skewed perspectives on life and values get you down.
You deserve better.
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