A working mother's spiritual approach

When my husband began graduate school, our son was three...

When my husband began graduate school, our son was three months old. I was happy to be the one working to support us for the coming two years while my husband pursued his studies. But I was not so eager to have someone else caring for our child through what I felt were crucial learning periods in his life. Nevertheless, we left the baby with a sitter during the day, and I worked downtown.

For three months I yearned to know how best to fulfill my role as a mother, and to know what was best for the child. I reasoned from both sides of the issue. On the one hand, I saw the merits of yielding a false sense of responsibility that made me feel I had to be there in order for the baby to be properly mothered. On the other, I wanted to say no to fears and barriers that kept me from being at home with our child. Whichever arrangement would best serve God, I prayed to be willing to accept.

December 24, 1979

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