Me Time

It’s About Being a Working Mother

Mother & SonNine months of pregnancy, three hours of labors ended with an emergency caesarean section, six hours of unconsciousness, and finally my little Edison was lying in my arms. This is one of the proudest moments in my life. Yes, I’m a mother!

Twelve weeks of maternity leave, day care, night care, midnight feeding, and finally I returned to workforce. I’m now a full-time working mother.

As I sit at my desk, I look at the pictures of my adorable son in my computer, there is a gnawing in the pit of my stomach. I can’t concentrate on my work. Nothing is wrong actually; it’s just a silly feeling of missing my little son at home.

I call my mother-in-law and my helper, and they assure me that Little Edison is doing exceptionally well at home. I feel relieved.

When the clock strikes six, I race out of the office barely saying goodbye to my colleagues. I speed home to see my boy. It does not surprise me to see him running around the garden, digging the weeds, watering the plants and all sweat up!

I have my dinner with him, take him home and spend the rest of the night with him before we crash into bed. This is a typical day of a working mother.

It’s my personal choice to become a working mother. I enjoy my day at work, I feel productive at the end of the work day, and I arrive home ready to tackle my other full-time job.

Life as a working mother is challenging, but rewarding ultimately!

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