Full-Time Working Moms Deserve Our Respect

Full-Time Working Moms Deserve Our Respect

Being a mom is hard. Being a mom that works full-time is harder.

With Mother's Day being last week, I, like many others, was exposed to what felt like hundreds of articles that dealt with motherhood, what it means to be a mom, and why we should be thankful for our moms. One, however, caught my eye in this flood of Mother's Day pieces. It was a piece written about how stay-at-home moms do just as much as moms who work. This is something that I strongly disagree with.

First off, I want to make it clear that I believe that all moms, no matter what they do for a living, are valuable, admirable, and probably a bit superhuman. Every mom possesses so much strength for all that they have to do, and I have nothing but respect for that. I also recognize that stay-at-home mothers do a lot of work of their own, and it's not easy running a household. No matter if a mother works full-time, part-time, or not at all, being a mom is the biggest and most difficult job of all.

I do have a problem with stay-at-home moms claiming to have it just as hard as moms who work full-time, though. I do realize that some stay-at-home moms feel the need to battle any stereotypes surrounding them, but I find it completely ridiculous that they think they work at the same level as a mom who is working full-time because they just aren't. It has nothing to do with their ability to be a mother, but stay-at-home moms just should not be able to claim that they are just as busy as working moms. Because it should be clear that a mom who works full-time has to do everything that a stay-at-home mom does, but she also has to work eight hours a day as well.

I know that I'm biased because I have a mom that has worked full-time my whole life, despite having two children to look after. My mom works well over forty hours a week, yet she still does the grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning, and basically is constantly ensuring that the entire family and household isn't falling apart. Everything that a stay-at-home mom does, but she doesn't have all day to do it. She gets home from a long day at the office, but she knows that she doesn't have just that one job. She has her other job, her job as a mother, that never stops. She has to sacrifice her weekends to running errands rather than relaxing, even though she only has these two days off.

My mom has told me that it would have been nice to be a stay-at-home mom or even a mom that works part-time. She would have loved to have dedicated herself to her children every hour of every day. She admits that because of her job, she has missed some things in her children's lives that she wishes she could have been there for. But in my family, as is true for many families, her not working just wasn't a possibility.

Though I know my mom didn't exactly want the life of a full-time working mom, I am incredibly proud of her for being on that path all the same. I see how hard my mom works at both of her jobs - the one that she gets paid for and the one as a mother that she doesn't - and I see a role model. If I do have children of my own someday, I know that I will never stop working. From having a full-time working mom, I know that it is 100% possible to be an amazing mom and have a career at the same.

Being a mom is indeed a job in itself. But don't try to convince me that being a mom and not working is just as difficult as being a mom and working over forty hours a week. No matter what argument is presented, my beliefs on this topic will never be changed. Full-time working moms deserve our respect for everything that they do.

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I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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A Goodbye Letter To My Best Friend

You'll always be my puppy.


Dear Lexie,

I grew up with you, and then I watched you grow old. For 14 years you loved our family and greeted us each morning with your puppy smile. I'll never forget those first few years of life with you.

As you and your playful soul grew, so did my love for you. I have memory upon memory of you romping around on the carpet in our living room, eagerly seeking to engage us in a playful endeavor. Your tail would wag and your tongue would flop as you ran around in circles sharing your unbridled joy with us all. I'd then find one of your many toys and send it careening through air for you to dash across the living room in a tizzy.

As you continued to grow, so did your excitement and optimism for new feats of playfulness. Even in the sweltering heat of July, you would tear across the backyard in search of lost toys and a space to play. You'd run circles non-stop and I could never keep up with you! But as soon as both of us were tired, a nice swim would cool us both down. I would sit on the pool stairs next to you, both of us drenched after a dip, and just listen to you pant away while you still held your puppy smile. You were satisfied with yet another day filled with laughter, play, and companionship.

Even in your youth, you still had your moments of love and calm. I can remember the days when we would all sit as a family watching TV and you would sit quietly at our feet. Then when the time came, you would come and rest your head on the empty seat next to me and give me those big old puppy dog eyes. You always wanted to sit on the couch, and I always eventually caved. A quick two slaps on the seat and you would enthusiastically jump on to comfortably join me.

And the one thing I'll never forget about you Lexie was your insatiable hunger! Scores of cakes and cookies left on the kitchen counter were lost to you over the years. And even after a day of looting, you'd come to us at the kitchen table to rest your head on my leg to beg for more food (and once more I couldn't resist).

As you got on in age, you began to grow a white beard which stood out on your chocolate fur. You were no longer running around as frequently as you once had, but you still had every desire to play. But the one thing that never disappeared was that beautiful puppy smile. And so as I write this goodbye to you on February 2nd of 2019, I want you to know that we all love and miss you. You were a beacon of hope for our family, and you never let your ailments dampen your wonderful spirit. I'll never forget you or the times we had. I know now that you can finally steal all the cookies and cakes you want! While today might have been sad, I will forever remember all the joy you brought to us. Here's to you Lexie, my best friend of 14 years. I hope one day I can see your puppy smile once more.



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