I see you, Working Mom. Because I am you.

Dear Working Mom,

I see you.

I see you sitting at your desk with the faraway look in your eye.

You sit behind the disguise of your computer trying so very hard to concentrate on your work. But I know work is the furthest thing from your mind.

I know you are thinking of that one job you saw last night in your endless job search, wondering if, just maybe, it is the one that could provide you that perfect balance for work and motherhood.

I see you calculating numbers – the numbers that make up daycare costs, salaries, and insurance expenses – trying to figure out if there is any way possible you might be able to stay at home or at least cut down to part-time.

Then I see the disappointment cross your face as yet another scenario fails to meet the financial needs of your family.

I see you thinking about flexible hours. How flexible can you make yourself and still be a good employee, a good mom, and a good wife.

I see the glassy look in your eyes as you recover from another interrupted night of sleep because your little one had a bad dream and cried for only you.

I know you woke up early to try to get some time to yourself, maybe to exercise.

And I see the guilt cross your face because you didn’t exercise this morning and you’re now wondering if you’ll be able to fit it in after work; you don’t want to skip it, because your favorite dress pants still won’t fit over your hips.

I see your ongoing list of things that never get done around the house right next to your list of should-do projects for work.

I see you blink your eyes and come back to reality as someone walks in your office asking for “just a minute” of your time and you try to clear your head of personal business so you can be present for your co-worker and their concerns.

Working mom, I want you to know that I see you.

I see you because I am you.

I, too, struggle daily with the demands of work and a family and how to keep all the balls in the air.

I, too, sit at my desk tirelessly running the numbers in my head in order to find a perfect solution for making money, spending time with my daughter, and finding time for me.

I want you to know that I appreciate you. And that the sacrifices you make for your family do not go unnoticed.

Maybe someday you will find the perfect job with the perfect salary that allows you more time for your kids, yourself, and that to-do list.

That is my hope for us both.