When I quit my job in marketing to become a stay-at-home mom, I never imagined that I’d ever go back to working.
Our firm was hit pretty hard by the recession and overtime hours were the norm. Meanwhile, my husband and I decided that daycare wouldn’t make much sense financially as we live in northern Virginia where childcare costs are straight up crazy.
Besides, it was my first baby. I didn’t want to miss out on raising her.
The first six months after Rosie was born, everything was awesome.
I was watching her grow and smile. My husband received an unexpected promotion which actually allowed him more time at home. Money wasn’t as tight. Life was good.
But then I got that itch.
Now, I never let anyone make me feel ashamed for being a stay-at-home mom. However, I did start to feel a bit bored and unfulfilled at home. Don’t get me wrong: I adored spending time with my little girl. At the same time, I felt that I was letting my potential marketing prowess go to waste with so many years under my belt.
I thought the idea of my own marketing gig from home while raising a child might be too much, but my husband was supportive.
So I went for it.
Without getting too much into the weeds, over the next year my business exploded.
I don’t even really know what I did right, to be honest. I was receiving new leads by the boatload. People were asking me questions. At one point I was looking into building a mobile app for my business and was getting interview offers from major podcasts in my industry.
It was insane.
When business blew up, I decided to start taking Rosie to a local daycare that a friend had raved about. The idea of letting Rosie go was a bit heartbreaking; however, I knew it was the best for her social skills and my well-being.
It was difficult for me to focus in between the tantrums and I only took her three days a week. I felt like I was getting the best of both worlds as I finally achieved a sense of work-life balance as a working mother.
Everything was peachy for about a week, until I made a Facebook status about Rosie in daycare.
That’s when the comment war started.
“I can’t believe you!”
“You’re throwing away precious time with your daughter!”
“I would kill to be in your position.”
Woah. Didn’t expect that.
I was taken aback when these helicopter moms came out of the woodwork, but I suppose that I shouldn’t be surprised.
Parents shaming other parents is a serious problem. Everyone thinks they know what’s best for everyone else, but that simply isn’t the case.
I didn’t just randomly decide to dump Rosie into daycare. I’m not giving up my “mother” card because I want to run a business, too.
I’m happier. My husband is happier. Rosie is ecstatic. She’s making new friends and so am I. As a family, we’re financially sound.
So, why should I left some naysayers on Facebook shame me?
I shouldn’t and neither should you.
That’s the moral of the story: you do you. Sure, it’s okay to listen to criticism but at the end of the day you’ll know whether or not you’re making the right decision for you and your child. Don’t let anyone shame you into thinking differently.