Confession. If you met me in real life, and hadn’t read my blog, i probably wouldn’t tell you about it. I probably would’nt tell you that i am a designer, or that i run a small business. I also wouldn’t tell you that i have degrees in Maths and Finance, and previously had a successful career in Actuarial science.
I would tell you I stay home with my kids and love it, and i would probably stop there.
Recently i’ve been wondering why i do this. You’d be surprised how much time i’ve spent analysing my own actions. And i’ve realised that i’m a little in denial and a little bit trying to make a statement. I don’t want to say that I work outside of looking after my family, because i don’t want to accept that i have a job. Mind blown.
The thing is, i hate expectations and judge-mentality. I hate it when people look down at mothers who stay home with their children, and treat them like they are stupid (it happens to me all the time, and its downright offensive). But I also hate it when people judge mothers who work, as if somehow having to work outside the home could make you love your family less? It’s ridiculous.
So i don’t tell people what i do. I tell them i am home, because i want that choice to be respected. I want to stand in solidarity for anyone who makes that choice. I am yelling in my head “I am an educated intelligent woman who chooses to stay home! I CHOSE! It’s ok! I dare you to judge me!”.
But isn’t that silly? Because really, I am a woman who is home with family AND works from home. I am blessed to straddle both worlds. Instead of taking a stance on the side i think is most victimised, i should accept who i am and champion both.
So i’m trying really hard to accept what i am. To practice saying “I work from home”.
I am at home with my kids, but i also run a business. And it’s ok to do both.