Working moms not only miss their blessed child’s first step but they may miss their precious child’s first word
or even their first chuckle. They may miss watching them as they learn to blow bubbles or how to rock a rocking horse or walk on a rock wall. They may miss the astonishment in their eyes as they watch butterflies flying, leaves blowing or squirrels climbing trees. They may miss wandering in the garden picking, and eating, tomatoes. They may miss looking for bugs or joyously chasing birds. Yes, working mothers miss a lot.
Working moms may miss dress-up time, learning to hug a baby doll or experiencing the first time their little one sees his own reflection in a mirror. They miss nap time, lunchtime and playtime. After work, if there are older children in the family too, there’s homework, sports, dinner, baths and bed. There is never enough time left over to truly, calmly and lovingly enjoy their children for the unique, and wonderous, beings that they were, are, or are going to be. Yes, working mothers miss a lot.
Working moms don’t have the time to luxuriate in peacefully watching their child happily bouncing in a Jumperoo, swinging in a baby swing or rocking in a hammock. Even playing hide and seek, peek-a-boo or simply singing lullabies seems too much for many exhausted mothers. They miss the daytime tears, laughter, frowns, giggles and smiles that fills the house just because their precious child plays joyfully within it. Yes, working mothers miss a lot.
In the end, working mothers miss the irretrievable opportunities to teach their children their faith, their values, their hopes, their dreams and their expectations. And more importantly, they miss the preciously short time they have to love, hold, kiss, hug and nurture their sweet, adorable, angelic little children.
Yes, thanks to radical, second-wave feminism, working mothers miss a lot but, without their loving mothers to guide them, so do their beautiful, innocent children.