Do I Have Any Worst Working Mom Moments?

One of the most underrated things about becoming a parent is the instantaneous bond that you have with all other parents, all over the world. It doesn’t matter what country you’re from, what language you speak, or whether you reside in a red state or a blue one; if you’re in a public place with a screaming child, you can pretty much count on getting a sympathetic, oh-honey-I’ve-been-there look from someone. And until you’ve been in a public place with a screaming child (especially one screaming “help me, help me” to passersby as her mother carries her out of the market over her shoulder all because she wanted a fifty dollar bouquet of roses that her mother was not about to buy), then you really can’t fully appreciate the power of that parental bond.

 

 

For working mothers, there is a similar phenomenon – a connection that we all have with other, revolving around what we call, simply, “Working Mom Moments.” These moments, of course, are never good. Nobody bonds with another woman upon hearing how she got promoted at work while still managing to home school four kids and sew their Halloween costumes by hand in her spare time. But everybody loves a gal with a killer story about how she almost got fired upon discovering that her kid colored all over the presentation she’s supposed to be giving. And who among us can resist a good, old-fashioned, my-breasts-leaked-during-a-client-meeting tale? Working mom moment stories are like car wrecks: the worse they are, you more you want to hear about them.

 

 

Unfortunately, my own working mom moments are not that exciting. Oh, I’ve had a few, of course. There was the time that I was meeting with an executive of a major company that was interested in selling my book in its stores, and when she asked for some information, the only thing I could find in my purse to write with was an old crayon from

Islands . Or, back when I was a college counselor and in the throes of a terrible bout of morning sickness, I once violently retched – and I’m talking loud, like a dying moose – during the senior class officer election speeches in front of the entire school. But working mom moments require embarrassment, and embarrassment, by definition, requires other people to be present, preferably a boss, a client, or a co-worker. But seeing as how my job requires me to sit in a room by myself all day, and seeing as how I therefore have no boss, no clients, and no co-workers, my working mom moments are few and far between.

 

 

lishcain
12.05.07

Last week while in my boss' office I had the most embarassing pregnancy moment...This is my second pregnancy past 30yrs old and it hasn't been pretty, there I sat on a nicely upholstered light colored chair trying to hold back a cough. I hadn't had a chance to visit the restroom that morning before my boss called me into his office! I couldn't hold the cough and I started a sort of uncontrollable hacking cough. While trying to get my cough under control I forgot about my bladder. That's when I felt a little tinkle flow out!! To top it off an important call came through to my boss and I had to get up at that moment and leave his office. I didn't know if I should scoot out in the chair or stand and take the chair with me. I calmly and politely stood up and walked out praying to God it didn't leave a stain and my boss wouldn't notice. As soon as the call was over he called me back in and I not knowing what else to do sat down in the same chair as before...like nothing ever happened. Needless to say the chair didn't stain and my boss never said anything about it.

Ksenia
11.25.07

Thank you for starting this! I am glad I have an outlet now for those moments - as embarrassing as they are, most of them do involve a dose of humor. And reading moments endured by others makes me feel like I am not alone!!!

Tessa
11.09.07

My funniest moment came about 3 months after returning to work. I had to attend a meeting offsite. Since I was pumping, I used one of the breaks to excuse myself to the restroom. My pump is battery operated and makes a swooshing sound when being used. Since the only private place was in the bathroom stall, I got as comfortable as possible and went about my business. Another women came in, did her business, then paused, knocked on the stall door and asked if "everything was OK". I replied, "I'm fine, just pumping" and she left. I guess she was wondering what I could have been doing to make such a sound. I was cracking up!