So, I went back to work.
After 5.5 years away from the workforce, I didn’t even know where to start. It felt like I had to justify myself to every potential employer—that even though I hadn’t been “paid,” I hadn’t stopped working. Raising babies has been the hardest, most exhausting job I’ve ever had. Every sleepless night, every meltdown, every milestone—I was working around the clock. And yet, society often overlooks that labor because it’s unpaid.
After a few months of searching, I finally found the perfect employer. Everything just clicked. Love makes a home, but love alone doesn’t pay the bills. We needed an income. But it wasn’t just about money. I had spent years studying, setting goals, dreaming, and working toward a life I wanted for myself. My children always come first, but I refused to come last. I wanted my identity back, too.
Is it hard? Absolutely. Some days, I’m exhausted beyond words. But going to work is also a break from the relentlessness of motherhood. Eight hours away from diapers, laundry, and endless mental load feels like freedom. Being called by my own name, working toward goals that aren’t about snacks or nap times, sipping hot coffee without interruptions—it’s the little things that make a huge difference. And yes, I know all those chores and responsibilities are waiting for me at home, but for those hours, I get to just be me.
There’s the perpetual tiredness, the challenge of keeping it together at work while juggling the mental load of parenting, and yes, those tiny cups of coffee are survival tools. Is there guilt? Sure, sometimes. Like when the PTA president extolled the virtues of mothers being heavily involved at school—perfect timing, right? Now my child might grow up unloved because I’m back at work… except, I’m part-time. And I miss my baby, especially when he’s asleep when I leave and asleep when I return. But here’s the thing: I don’t feel guilty. I love this.
I’ve found my voice again. I’m paid for my opinions, my work, my time—and it’s appreciated. I feel like some kind of superwoman. Motherhood has made me stronger, smarter, wiser, tougher. I’ve pushed babies out, had a c-section, survived sleepless nights and tantrums, navigated the chaos and competitiveness of raising children. Everything else in life? Piece of cake.
I go to work and give it my all. I miss my children while I’m gone, but I come home and cherish every moment with them. I feel like me again, and I feel like I’m leaving a mark on the world.
So, if you’re scared to return to work, or worried that a long gap has left you unprepared, stop doubting yourself. Motherhood is phenomenal. It prepares you for everything life throws at you. If you can do that, you can absolutely conquer the world.
