I remember when I was younger thinking of how my life would be as a career woman. I've got to be honest, I thought it was going to be very exciting and glamorous. I pictured myself getting dressed in my tailored suit and getting onto the train (I of course worked in NYC) with all the other morning commuters while I read the paper and contemplated my day. I envisioned all the intelligent and interesting new people I would meet while walking around Battery Park at lunch. I would also see myself in my loft apartment on the Upper East side in a building with a doorman.
Naturally, I would have only the most sophisticated friends and we would do things like go to art gallery openings and lounges. We'd meet at the MOMA or the Guggenheim for lunch and to view the latest exhibits. We'd only go to the hottest clubs and never, ever wait in line.
This was going to be my life as a 20 or 30-something in Manhattan. A career woman with the means and savvy to really enjoy it all.
When I got dressed this morning for work I put on a pair of jeans and a sweater. Before I got into my light SUV for my short morning commute of driving to work, I picked up my baby and he smiled and laughed when he saw it was me holding him. For a while I lamented my life out here in middle America and my job in a manufacturing plant and my little house on a quiet street with the cows across the way; but after hearing that laugh this morning.....I realize my career as a mom is MUCH more rewarding than all that I had imagined as a kid.