It took someone from outside, of this woman’s physical body, to point it out to her that what she does, is valued, and important, translated…
I had too much spare time on my hands, and so, I’d started, flipping through my Facebook account, and I’d found, that a younger schoolmate whom I’d helped trained at the office is now, a department manager of a well-known American tech company, I was, feeling a mixtures of emotions then, other than being in awe at her outstanding work performances, I’d started, feeling sorry for myself too.
From before when I’d passed the examinations and entered into my work, led the younger generations, and now, they’d all become high-up managers, and now, I’m only, a professional “manager of family”. I’d felt, that if I’d not been stubborn, with my mind set on “being there for my son as he grows up all the way”, exited the workforce, I’d probably be, a professional manager of the human resources department, I suppose!
a mom dressed up as Santa here…not my photo…
At supper, I’d shared with my son, my mixtures of feelings, my son told me, “What’s so amazing about the head of HR? Aren’t you, working in an even MORE stressful and higher UP position now?” “Says who? I’m only a yellow-faced housewife who take care of the younger and older men in my life.”, I’d not felt the gentle caring and concerns shown to me by my son, I’d replied to him, depressed, because the distance between “the head of HR” and “housewife” was filling up my mind.
“Hey, you’re the Santa at our house! What bigger job IS there?”, my son raised the pitch of his voice and continued.
Because I’d wanted my son to keep his beliefs of Santa alive, so, I’d never owned up to who put the gifts by the head of his bed; although being old enough, he’d already, known who that gift was from, but, every year, we’d still, pretended that Santa does still, exist, and, managed to, deliver the presents secretly to him, that, was the secret that the two of us, mother and son shared.
Hearing my son tell of the “job” I’d done, and given me affirmations, I’d not felt, the least bit surprised, but, I was, moved. I’d, settled myself down, thought hard, on my son’s words, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, compared to “Head of HR”, if “Santa” was in my work histories, it would be, even cooler!
and this, is what, we, modern day women are, faced with from day to day, not my photo here.
So, this, is the thoughts of a stay-at-home mother and a housewife, she’d quit her job, to give to her family, and because she no longer brought in a paycheck, she’d, belittled her own work, and it took her son, pointing it out to her, that what she’s doing, is WAY more important, and a HELL of a lot harder, than being the HR manager at an office, for her, to realize, that she is, contributing to the world, even though, she’s, no longer, working for pay anymore!