Mama Kat who is one of mothers from my working mommy’s group sent out this email below.

“I have guilt!

Guilt that I don’t spend enough time with my precious baby girl 

Guilt that I don’t get everything done for my job (until the very last minute)

Guilt that I am too tired to cook (unless by microwave)

Guilt I can’t find the energy to chit chat to my chatty-Cathy husband

Guilt that I haven’t finished my bathroom or my living room or even my kitchen

Guilt I paid for a pool club where I don’t have time to go

Ditto for the gym membership

I used to be the one that did everything, nothing ½ ass’ed, now I feel like the one that does nothing…  

Don’t get me wrong I LOVE where my life, my family and my career is going, but I just feel like I am on a horse that is running wild holding on for dear life hoping it doesn’t throw me off….”

And the other day, Sara and I had a playdate with another mom, Mama B (not from my working mom’s group) who is a stay-at-home-mom with a 22-month old baby girl.

She asked me if I’m still working at a part-time job (last time we had a playdate was the last Halloween). I said yes and told her my work hours; 9:30 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., Monday to Friday. She said that is a perfect work schedule – not too early to get in, and not too late to get out of work.

She also said I was lucky to have an ‘adult outlet’. She said being a stay-at-home-mom sometimes gets lonely and less-stimulating. She said she absolutely loves her baby girl and treasures every moment that she spends with her, but she sometimes craves for more adult level intellectual interaction/conversation.

As reading Mama Kat’s ‘guilt’ email and thinking about what Mama B said, I realized how lucky I am to work at a part-time job.

Sara gets her ‘kids’ time with her classmates at her daycare. She brings her art projects home every month. She knows how to share. She has developed her vocabularies, now she can use more than 100 single words.

I’m working with wonderful people who are very intelligent, and they are very understanding about my situation with a baby (I got this part time job when Sara was 4 months old), and I met my new BFF here too.

After work, Sara and I sometimes go to a library, a farmer’s market, a park, or go to a playdate, and still I have time to go to a super market and prepare for dinner and don’t have to feel that I’m rushing around.

I have complained about being a part-time before because I don’t get paid sick days or vacation. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. But now I think about balance that I have, and I realize that I’m lucky.