My Cover is Blown
I’m the Queen of “succeeding as a working parent is keeping your kids on the DL”—not a lot of doctor’s appointments, photos, etc. It’s OK to bring your dog to work but your kid- no way! This way people treat working women like bosses, co-workers and NOT like Moms.
My philosophy was completely shot to hell late last month as, in between camp ending and school starting, my childcare fell through! My husband saved the day and invited DC to his office at Raymond James to buy and sell stocks.
DC pleaded and cried not to go. She actually said, “Mom, I like investing but kids needs their moms!”
I explained that she would need to be up at 5:30am and that she basically would have to sit at a desk and make a Bon Voyage card for my co-worker and not talk to anyone. If she went to a meeting- SILENCE.
Sure enough the next morning she tapped me on my arm fully dressed and ready for Starbucks at 5:30am. At the office she:
- Created a Bon Voyage card for Andy, introducing herself to everyone in the office to gather signatures.
- Talked non-stop not only to me to a woman who sat near her.
- Charmed everyone by passing out construction paper snow flakes, which are still pasted on various bulletin boards.
- Ate lunch at her desk (I know, I know. Well, it was busy).
As I put her backpack full of stuffed animals, crayons, construction paper and homemade books into my sister’s car around 3pm and watched my little assistant drive off, I almost got a little tear.
I would do anything for her… even lose my cool cred at the office.


