Did Motherhood Steal My Ambition?

A long time ago (six years, two months and thirteen days ago, to be exact), I took all of the grand ambitions that I had for myself, and I crumpled them up into a tight little ball. And then I took that ball, and I shoved it into a deep, dark hole somewhere inside of me. And mentally, I labeled that hole, “Things I Will Do Once My Children Are Fully Grown and I am a Bored Empty Nester.” And I forgot about them. I got myself a cushy, mom gig; writing books, writing this blog, consulting on a television show. And for six years, two months and thirteen days, I’ve been telling myself that I am the luckiest mother in the world, because despite what everyone says, I have figured out a way to have it all.


And then a few weeks ago, something happened. I sat down one day, intending to work on my (almost finished) novel, and instead, I found myself writing a script for a television pilot. It’s an idea I’ve had for a long time – an idea that’s been sitting in that deep, dark, hole – but I’ve always figured that it can wait. There will still be tv when my kids are in college, and a good idea is a good idea, no matter when it comes to light. But it just sort of came out that day, as if I were channeling a television network executive through my keyboard. I wrote night and day, for two weeks straight, and I swear, I have never had more fun writing anything in my life.


When I finished, I gave it to my agent, with the following conversation running through the back of my mind: nothing will happen, he won’t even like it, he must get a thousand of these a day, I got it out of my system, now I can go back to writing my book. Except that actually, he did like it, and a few days later, I found myself having lunch with a tv producer who also likes it, and all of a sudden I have a new conversation running through the back of my mind, which is: Shit, shit, shit. What have I done, shit. Because creating a television show is not a cushy, mom gig. Creating a television show is major, high-powered, full-time job.


Which brings me to the point of this post, which is, namely, Do I Really Want to Work That Hard? And the answer is, well, the answer is, I do, I do, so badly, I do…just not right now. Because right now, my son still has two years left of preschool, and I want to pick him up at 12:00 and take him out to lunch, just the two of us. I want to hang out with him at the park before Harper gets home, and I want to go to Gym class with him. And Harper’s going into first grade, and I want to be there to help her with her homework at night, and in December, I want to stay at her school until ten o’clock in the morning every day to watch her class rehearse for the holiday show. I want to give her a bath at night while she’ll still let me, and I want to eat dinner together and hear about her favorite part of her day. And if I gave all of that up, I would forever be sorry.



What a great post - I think you summed up what a lot of us feel - that we'll put things on hold until our kids are older but then something just bursts out of it and we can't quite contain it - and we have to figure out what to do - and we usually do find a way to manage if we want something badly enough - but you'll never know if you don't even try...
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