Ok, that was a low point of being a mom who worked outside of the home. But I've done a handful of smart things:
1. I never let the kids see me be upset to leave them.
When they were younger, there were certainly times when I would close the door as I went on a business trip and almost melt down. Particularly during that exhausted, young kids stage... which coincided with my exhausted, new research analyst stage... which further coincided with a time during which I was nearly terrified to fly. Ah, the good old days. But I would hold it together at least until I got out the door. And I never, ever complained about work in front of them.
2. I convinced my husband early on that when one of the little ones woke up in the middle of the night and screamed "Mommy!", they actually meant "Parent of Either Gender!"
We took turns finding the pacifier, getting the glass of water, looking for the monster under the bed, and it made all the difference.
3. I spent one weekend away with each of the kids every year.
Sure, it didn't always work out well. (The trip to emergency room for my daughter to get a cut on her head stapled shut was another maternal low point.) But for the most part these weekends are remembered fondly. Getting away from the routine meant everything.
4. And so did college visits. We split duty on those, too.
There are two schools of thought on this. But I found that too many family members accompanying the protagonist to visit schools caused him / her to shut down. One-on-one visits also had them pretty quiet for the first couple of days. But after a bit, the teenager's brooding begins to fade, and slowly, out comes, in dribs and drabs, what is important to them and what they are thinking about their future.
5. When they had real health challenges, I dropped everything.
I mean, everything. When my son was in the hospital, I didn't leave the hospital until he left the hospital. When my daughter was confined to a darkened room for her concussion, I was confined to the same darkened room for her concussion. I was grateful that I had built the kind of career that enabled me to do this.
6. I put Find Friends on their cell phones.
I don't care if they think it's "creepy that you know where I am all of the time, Mom." Without it, they're not allowed to go out. I still wake up sweating, worrying about them about 30 minutes before their curfews, but at least I can track them home.
7. And now that my son's in college, I embrace his liberal arts degree.
But since I'm paying, I've also reserved the right to choose one class that he has to take each semester. Hello coding and statistics.
Now here's the biggie:
8. I've let them see me work hard, and succeed, and work hard, and fail, and pivot, and succeed, and fail, and work hard.
My career hasn't been a straight line, by any means, and I never hid that from them. I remember them tiptoeing into my bedroom the morning after I was booted out of a job, to check that I was ok. And they've also seen me restructure my career over time to one that has a different complexion, but also has real meaning, for me.
All the while, the underlying lesson has been how much work goes into work and how important resilience is, demonstrated over a lot of years.
A version of this post originally appeared on LinkedIn.
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