When I left my corporate job last October to pursue a career in freelance writing, I told myself I was doing it for my family. I believed it too; spending 2? hours a day with my kids rushing through homework, dinner, and baths hardly felt like the way motherhood was supposed to be.
Once I made the transition home, I got itchy; itchy to do more. I started taking on more and more (and more) freelance work until I was working around the clock. Sure, I was home with my kids but ?being there? without actually being there was not only confusing for my kids, but agonizingly heavy on my heart. I worked evenings, weekends, holidays, and birthdays. I worked when family was in town, while the rest of the family was sleeping, and while my husband took the kids to the park. I missed BooBoo?s 2 seconds of glory riding a bike for the first time without training wheels, and why? Because I was working.
Listen, I?m no stranger to missing firsts. I raised two kids through infant daycare. I?ve missed first words, first steps, and first potties in the toilet. When I made the decision to pull my kids out of daycare and try my hand at earning a living from home, I never expected the cycle to continue. But it did, because perhaps even more than my desire to be home with my kids was my desire to prove to myself that I had the chops to make a living as a writer. Opportunities and a steady paycheck validated my talents in an addictive way and I loved it. What I didn?t love was what happened next?[read more]
Source: http://mommyfriend.com/2012/09/19/for-my-first-time-ever-i-put-my-family-ahead-of-my-career/
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