I considered asking Kerry to reschedule the meeting but knew full well that when a big-shot exec asks you to “take a meeting” about your project, you show up. So I began making to-do lists and organizing for departure. When I told my daughter Risa, then 5, that I was so sorry but wouldn’t be at the recital, she responded, “Wait, (sniff, sniff) you’re not going to be there?” [Dagger to heart.] I resorted to bribery, telling her that I would leave special gifts with Daddy for the big day, and call her before and after the performance. She perked up a little at the idea of “special gifts,” but still felt gypped.
The next week in L.A., I learned the valuable skill of how to hide knocking knees under a conference table while pitching my heart out to the studio big boys. (They ultimately said no, but I wouldn’t know until days later.) I walked out of that office feeling victorious for at least saying what I had planned without throwing up. I then bolted to a quiet spot and called Risa for all the details on the performance, and she shared in giddy delight how it felt to prance around on stage in butterfly wings, and, yes, she loved the fancy barrettes I left her! I felt equal parts guilt and relief she wasn’t mad at me.
It's not surprising that we see the world in black and white; we are highly rewarded for doing so at work, and it allows us to achieve our goals.
We working moms tend to think in black and white. "I can either go to this meeting or see my daughter's ballet performance." "I can either take on car pool this week or miss my deadline." "I can volunteer at my child's afternoon Valentine's Day party or make it to staff meeting." It's not surprising that we see the world in black-and-white; we are highly rewarded for doing so at work and it allows us to meet our goals. But that’s not the skill needed for handling the tug of war between a career and motherhood.
What we need for this tug-of-war is to find “in-between options” that are “good enough” and to stop beating up on ourselves. If doing car-pool tomorrow means missing a deadline, what else can we do? Why not offer a parent a service in exchange for her taking on extra driving—like helping her with her taxes? If we can’t make the afternoon Valentine’s Day party, can we read a holiday poem to the class first thing in the morning? We working moms, who juggle not only work and kids but ailing parents, pet hamsters, friends, dying plants, and other obligations, are some of the most resourceful people in the world. We just have to slow down when it comes to work-parent dilemmas, and get more creative. Valentine’s Day has come and gone but let’s all give ourselves this decadent and lasting gift of gray.