A fellow mom recently commented that I was obsessed with my kid. I found that to be an interesting choice of words…”obsessed”. I think if not me then who? And, can one be “obsessed” with one’s own child?
Here is what I find very interesting. When I was a professional tennis player, owner of my own kid’s clothing line, an art director, an art coordinator on commercials or a waitress I spent at least 12-14hrs at work and often more. The time I wasn’t at work I was researching stuff for work or spending time with people related to work and therefore discussing work. Not once did anyone call me obsessed. I must also mention that I was very successful at every single one of those jobs. Yes, including waitressing. I rocked the house!
If I was a man, CEO of a Fortune 500 company my whole life would be wrapped up in work and no one would call me obsessed. And yet, as a full time mom I am considered obsessed by none other than a woman and “fellow” mother. Interesting don’t you think?
The problem is that in every aspect of life there is a measuring stick for failure and success. The career of parenting however does not have a universal unit of weights and measures to quantify if you are a great parent or a total fuck up contributing to the degenerate pool of society.
The only thing I know is this: I have been trained to give 100%, 100% of the time. I’ve done it for every single career and job I’ve had. Now, as a MOTHER, the most important and hardest career I’ve ever had, I will continue to do what I’ve always done; give 100%. If that makes me obsessed, well so be it. I would say the choice of words says a lot more about the person saying it than it does about me. Don’t you think?