“I did not sew, bake, or clean house to anyone’s delight – and still do not. But I can write. That is my work, where I feel special. Where my identity has a voice.
I never made a living as a freelance writer. Writers seldom do. It wasn’t my income that kept me working … I kept working because work broadened my world and my perception of it.”
- A Privilege, Chicken Soup for the Working Mom’s Soul
I don’t think I will ever be a stay-at-home mum. While I did recently make the decision not to return to full-time work in favour of breastfeeding Kaylin and spending more time with her, I have continued working. And yes, for those of you in the know, I am still with the same publishing company, just on a part-time/freelance basis.
Call me narrow-minded, but I’ve always pictured a stay-at-home mum as someone who can “sew, bake, or clean house to anyone’s delight”. Since I can’t and don’t do those things, I’ve never felt “qualified” to be a stay-at-home mum. Nor do I want to be one. I want to write. I don’t think I will ever stop writing, and the quotes above sum up my sentiments quite nicely. (Thanks again for the book, MA!)
