There’s nothing better than walking into my house at the end of the day and hearing my son say, “Mommy!” He’s three and yesterday as we were sitting down to eat he said, “How was your day, Mommy? Tell me all about it.”

It was super cute the way he repeated the things my husband and I say. And I could see on his little face the genuine desire to listen to me.

Of course, just a few minutes later he cracked bathroom jokes and made himself laugh by shouting gibberish, so the spell was broken. I quickly remembered that he truly is three. A “big boy” by his own definition, but still a long way from the true adult conversation he was trying out. But that’s OK with this Mommy.

These scenarios happen because I am a working mom. This has been the case since before my son was born, and personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It works for us. It’s not always easy. There are many times I’m wracked with “mommy guilt,” but I am a firm believer that being a working mommy can work.

It’s my goal to write more about being a working mom. To encourage others who choose to be (or have to be) a part of this club. It’s not always easy, but no aspect of parenting is, whether you stay home or work or whatever path you choose for your family.