Since fate has a sense of humor, I predicted one year ago - correctly, as it turns out - that I'd have a difficult time trading in that "general counsel" job title for "stay-at-home mom" one. I don't miss the actual job for one hot second, having always preferred the idea of being attorney to the reality of it. As I've nattered on endlessly about, I consider myself incredibly lucky to be staying home with my wee darling Master P. However, I'm ashamed to admit that, as I'd suspected, my ego misses how my old job gave "good dinner party".
Speaking of self-absorption, whatever did we narcissists do before the iPhone 4 2-way camera thingy?
- "I'm a retired lawyer" or, if pressed for further details,
- "I'm just a stay-at-home mom now."
Yes, the "just" sneaks in there somehow, though of course it isn't a "just" sort of job. I adore this job & have wanted the position since forever, so why do I choke a bit on the title? Is it the slightly glazed over look I get from the singletons & DINKs, men especially, when they hear of my apparently less glamorous reality? What's with my throwing the lawyer thing out there, and why do I need people to acknowledge that I once had a fancy job?
Whatever the motivation, I finally remembered to pause this weekend when greeted with the inevitable question & responded, "I'm a stay-at-home-mom", no "just" or further explanations included. Maybe like breaking in a new pair of shoes, this too will take a few uncomfortable moments before it fits. I proudly own both, so why not wear them as such?
Anyone else experience this title hang-up, or have I once again raised navel-gazing self-absorption to unheard of heights (lows)?