you don’t work Mommy!

This morning, after I got the 6-year-old off to “summer club” at the local museum and got the 7 1/2-year-old deeply entranced with some Toy Story Legos, I grabbed my laptop and said to my 2-year-old daughter (in the kitchen with my vacationing husband) “Mommy’s going to go do some work for a while.” 

Maggie belly-laughed at this little joke. “Mommy, you don’t work!” she chortled.


“What? Yes I do, honey,” I said.


“No you don’t,” she giggled. “That’s silly.”


“Well, I don’t wear a suit and go to an office like Daddy,” I said. “But I do work. My writing is my work.”


“NO IT’S NOT!” she roared, laughing helplessly. 


This really bothered me. I suppose it’s mostly that my daughter doesn’t want me to “work,” as in, “exist for anything beyond her whim of the moment.” And she does have me around, a lot of the time, doing just that.


At the same time, I want her to know that I do work and that my work has value. Admittedly I may be a little defensive on this point; I’m not exactly stoking the fires in a coal mine, or performing open heart surgery. But I do something that I enjoy and that I think is of value. I even wrote a book that is actually on bookshelves. Not that that impressed my daughter much, either. And it still hasn’t quieted my inner doubts that I have something to prove, that if I’m going to take time away from my children to do something else, it had better be worth it.


Yesterday afternoon, I emailed a contractor who is going to do some work on my in-laws’ house (long story). I finished up my brief missive with “Hope you’re enjoying this incredible weather this week!”


Within three minutes came the response: “LOL some of us have to WORK!!!”


So that makes two people who think I don’t work.


This seems to me to be a particularly mom-ish problem. So many of my friends are working part-time, re-entering the work force, blazing their own trails, trying to be the best mom they can be and getting a career back on track at the same time. And many of our families probably do perceive us as not really working. I mean, as if. 


What about you? Have you found that people are quick to make assumptions about your “work” or lack thereof as a mother? 




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