One day, it happened. I realized that I had “made it.” Wife, mother, career woman.
That’s cool, I thought. Good for me! Snaps for Mommy!
And then, it started to sink in.
I live in a community of career women where the dads organize daddy play-dates. They pack one kid in a carrier and one kid up on the shoulders and they head out on grand adventures.
Initially, the photos I took of them as I headed off to work were novel and fun — all the daddies with their flexible work schedules off for a hike with the babies and toddlers. My husband texts me pictures of them all having a good time.
And I look at those pictures while sitting in meetings or at my desk in an office building an hour away.
Super mom, doesn’t feel so super anymore.