I hate this day. And I love this day.
If I defined my success as a mom by June Cleaver's standards or by the home room moms who never talk to me because they don't know me, I'm a failure.
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It’s Mother’s Day. And for some reason, I still have visions of the ideal mom looking like doing my job as the CEO of a mid-sized company while also meeting the standard of the 1950s version of the June Cleaver mom. I hate this day. I love this day. The working mom life means that […]