Working mamas, we’ve all had that moment.
You know the one. When the doubt creeps in, you feel that slow squeeze around your heart, and the voice in your head whispers “Am I doing the right thing? Am I harming my kids in some way? Would they be better off if I didn’t work?”
And then we get those moments that assure us, “They are happy, they are loved, they are safe, they are fine.”
My moment of assurance came the week before school let out. The children were busy playing as I entered the classroom to pick Conlan up at the end of the day. His pre-K teacher and I exchanged pleasantries and she told me how she was in the midst of conducting end-of-the-year assessments for all the kids.
She began to talk about Conlan’s results when all of a sudden she stopped talking.
I looked over at her. She was gazing thoughtfully across the room to where my son was playing. After a few moments, she said, out of nowhere, “He is so loved.”
She went on to talk about how secure he was in the love of his parents and how confident he was in himself. “His Daddy spends time with him,” she said. “You do things together as a family,” she said. “He knows how much his parents are there for him” she said. “You’re never too busy for him, and it shows. It is so apparent that you’re doing something incredibly right with him.”
And for this working mama (any mama, really), that was the best end-of-the-year assessment I could have possibly been given.
There are no guarantees. But we can look for evidence that we’re doing it well, and be thankful for those moments.
And I’m not gonna lie, it’s awfully nice when someone else notices it, too.