"Saying goodbye every morning is never easy, but I am glad that if Bella wants a career, she will know she can still be a mommy."

By Lori Brown
Courtesy of Lori Brown

It's 9:00 p.m. on Friday, the kids are in pj’s, but they are not going to bed. 

My husband is putting away the last bag of groceries. Only a couple of items are wrong. And how can you blame him? After a day of work, he took my list with a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old to the store. He does it every week. I’d like to get groceries, but instead, I navigate traffic, driving from my job as a journalist at Fox 4 News in downtown Dallas. 

I always thought that I would be a mom who got groceries. That is, if I were a mom at all. I thought a mom had to get groceries. That’s what my mom did for our family. I thought it was the only way. That is why for years, I thought I shouldn’t be a mom. Moms stay home. Then we were blessed with McShayne. Twelve weeks later, I went back to work. 

Fast-forward two years and we had Bella. Saying goodbye every morning is never easy, but I am glad that if Bella wants a career, she will know she can still be a mommy. I wish I had more hours in the day, but with the hours we have, we live abundantly. 

More than I would like, it is 10 p.m. by the time I finish my last song with McShayne. But we do it. We have stories and songs almost every night. 

Except Friday nights.

Friday nights are about survival. After my husband puts away groceries while I play with the kids, we go on our run at 9 p.m. The kids fall asleep in the stroller, and the neighbors probably wonder why we are out so late. But that’s okay. We are a working family. And working families make it work.

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