“He’s wearing his work clothes – just like daddy!” my daughter exclaims each time her little brother wears a button-up shirt.
She follows up by saying, “But you don’t wear work clothes because you don’t go to work, mommy.”
Each time these statements roll of her tongue, I cringe. Not because her perception of work bothers me, but because my perception so often matches hers. Even though I know that being a stay-at-home mom is work, HARD work, most of the time I forget that it actually matters. It’s easy to believe that it doesn’t count.