Hold the bread, please
posted in Career Advancement, WAHMs, Work-Life Balance, Working Moms |I’ve always known it, but this article solidified it.  I’m not cut out to be the breadwinner of our family.  It’s not that I don’t have the ambition or the drive to be good at my job. I do. It’s not that I want to opt-out or off-ramp or whatever silly buzzwords exist to define working motherhood. I don’t.
It’s that I get edgy and nervous when I’m under pressure.  I’m worse than that Miss Teen USA contestant. I don’t like being in charge all the time. I know I keep saying this, but I can’t keep up with everything mounting up around me. I can’t “do it all.” I don’t know how to take two business trips in a row without getting a pit in my stomach. I have a hard time being cheery and bright-eyed for my son in the wake of stress at work.  I forget how to be a good and understanding wife after a long day. When the stress of the job builds, I just become more exhausted, overwhelmed and cranky. I’m not saying those mommy-breadwinners don’t feel this way. But while they’re probably solving the world’s energy crisis, my typical big worry of the week is what class to sign my son up for on my day off.Â
Exacerbating my stress about this topic is that I feel I’m a part of a momosphere that is decidedly feminist and that I’m not living up to my end of the bargain.  While I’m pro-choice, pro-civil liberties (not of the Bush kind), pro-everything-you-want-to-do-how-you-want-to-do-it, at the core, I still like it that my husband is the one who worries about the big things. I admire those women who rise to the top, do it all and more.  I can relate to a lot of what they say, but a lot of it is different for me. I have a job that’s on my terms, one where my husband was more concerned with how happy I’d be than how much money I’d make. And I make some sacrifices as a result.  But they are sacrifices I can afford to make.  I live a life where I’m somewhat oblivious to reality. I come by it honestly. I grew up very pretty sheltered due to the fact that my father had it rough and wanted to protect my brother and I from his worries.  It’s not a good thing, but sometimes it’s all I know. And while my husband is trying to break the mold, he also helps to perpetuate it by being the breadwinner and not asking me for more than to be happy and be the primary caretaker of our son. I’m sure this all sounds incredibly old-fashioned, and well, it is, but I like it this way.
But there’s a part of me that knows I should try to be an agent of change; that I should try to make more of a difference. To be the best. To help others more. To earn more money. But I can’t do it right now. I don’t have it in me yet. I’m just happy to be me. Little ol’ non-breadwinner, part-time working mom, possibly not-feminist, rookie-blogger me. And that’ll have to do for now.













