“When I Grow Up”
The world is your playground
By: Julie Ryan Evans
A friend recently told me a story about her neighbor, an engineer with multiple degrees, who left a fabulous career to stay at home with her two children.
My friend asked the girls what they wanted to be when they grew up. The older of the two responded that she wanted to be an artist. Engineer mom probably cringed silently inside, but was fine with that.
The second daughter responded that she wanted to be just like her mommy when she grew up and be… “a cleaning lady.”
It’s amazing how a lifetime of higher education, ladder climbing and navigating office politics can get swept so deftly under the proverbial rug. But for so many women who chose to stay at home it’s all too familiar. It certainly is for me.
While I love being a mother, sometimes I just want to shout to the playground, “I have a master’s degree; I worked in the U.S. Congress; I used to tell executives of billion dollar companies what to say, and they did!”
Now, most of the time, I can’t even get my 4-year-old to do what I say.