A blog reflection written by Women’s Center student staff member, Carrie Cleveland
For the past ten years I have not had a paying job. For the past ten years I have been home raising children. For the past ten years my boss (or bosses) were little people who required me to tend to their every need. That is not a job where anyone gives you money. There are performance reviews, bonuses, deadlines, and a ton of stress, but no monetary paycheck.
This week I started my first paying job in ten years. I am the newest student staff member at the Women’s Center. I am helping to program the Peer Connections Program for Returning Women Students for the next academic year. Day one was perfect. I was here on time, got my work done and went home without any drama. Day two, well that is a different story.
Two hours into my five hour shift I got a phone call from my daughter’s school. Luckily my husband was home so he could handle the situation, but he seems to forget that I am a work. I am here to do a job and I am not available to answer every question immediately. Now, I am not a globe-trotting mechanical engineer like he is, but this is a job and something that means a great deal to me. So, after a quick little vent to my supervisor, Jess, I realize I may need to set some limits with him.
As I enter the world of a working person again, this means that some things in my home life will change. I feel like it is a good build up to when I have a full time job as a social worker in a couple of years. I also think it is great that my three daughters see that mom can do things that are important to her and that my life does not completely revolve around their lives. So here I am. A working mom. Not a title I ever envisioned for myself, but I kinda dig it.