About a month ago, I ran into a college classmate who I hadn’t seen since our 2003 graduation. We chatted for a while about random things before the topic of our careers came up. When I told him that I am a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM, aka domesticator), he started laughing and said, I can’t believe that the girl who used to tutor math to all of us is now a housewife.
I know he didn’t mean to be condescending or hurtful with his comment, but I immediately felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that my life consisted of raising my children, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry and not business attire and corporate events.
Then I was angry. Angry with myself for being embarrassed with the career choice I have made.
But to be honest, if you would have asked me ten, even five years ago if I ever imagined I’d be a SAHM, I would have had the same reaction he did. Truth be told, for most of my life, I had ZERO aspiration to be a housewife. From as far back as I can remember, I had visions of becoming a successful, powerful NYC businesswoman.