I have always wondered how my working affects my daughter. I know that it does take some time away from her. Though I work from home and try to do so on that sleeping child’s schedule I’ve written about, I do know that at times I have to take calls, check emails or work a little during the time that my kids are up. Like all working parents, I worry that this working will ‘scar’ my daughters. You know, they will grow not to remember all of the fun things we do together, like our trips to the zoo, lunches at Soup Plantation or play dates at the park, but that they will remember mommy frantically typing something at the computer, muttering about being tired and asking, “What am I thinking? How am I ever going to get all of this done?”
Oh, and when things get really bad, as you know, I threaten to throw anything that I find on the floor in the trash. Today, that encouraged my oldest daughter to pick up all Barbie shoes (how many shoes does that plastic doll need anyway!), so I suppose that it is working, if in a probably not so great parenting way.
Anyway, today as we were driving around after story time, as we headed to the bank so I could deposit a few work checks, I decided to ask my daughter why she thought her mommy and daddy worked. Before I even asked her, I knew what her answer would be: To make money. We joke around with her about this a lot. “Why do you have to work tomorrow, daddy?” she’ll ask at dinner, and we’ll answer, “Well, we need to have money so we can pay for everything.”
But a few days ago I realized something. I don’t want my daughter to think that we work only because we need to make money. If she believes this, she may not understand that working should be (at least, in my thoughts) related to doing something that we love.
Yes, we need money. I work and contribute to family things. I also work to contribute to fun things. Overall, now that I am out of my last career and on to something new, I work because, mainly, I love what I do.
Does this mean I don’t hate some days? Some jobs? Of course not. As we all know, some days are better than others.
But over all, this time around I have chosen to do something that I actually enjoy, rather than doing something that I knew would bring about a steady paycheck.
It’s not that money isn’t important. Of course it is. Without making a paycheck we wouldn’t be able to pay the bills, buy food, do fun things.
But if I’m going to have to go out and work anyway, then I best be doing something that I really enjoy: Not something that I’m doing only because of a convenience factor.