I used to think that there were only two kinds of mothers: those who went to work and those who didn’t. And now, of course, I realise that I am the third type: the one who falls in between, in no-mum-land.

Those who wear high heels and swishy power suits aren’t sure whether or not to ask me what I’m up to today as I drop the Smalls at the school gates. Meanwhile, those sporting flat tummies in their Lululemon work-out gear are unsure about how busy I really am in my freelance world so tend to hesitate before suggesting I join their coffee shop gang…

I’ve said it before and I’m bound to wax lyrical again, but I honestly feel that one of the hardest things about giving up your career to have children isn’t losing the salary. It’s about losing your place in the world. Suddenly you’re not the somebody you were, but instead you’re somebody’s mum. Of course, being the best mother you know how IS a full time job and anyway flexible, part-time jobs are few and far between but, most crucially, the cost of going back to work is more than a number of us can possibly earn.

The government hasn’t helped the situation either. George Osborne’s changes to childcare subsidy and child benefit costs could feel like an attack on full-time mothers. Having worked part-time (often dressed in my OWN lululemon uniform) for the last nine years that I have been the Smalls’ mum, I’m constantly juggling the balancing act of work/family commitments – whilst also trying to discover my still relatively new identity…


You can read more musings from Emma at www.lifeofyablon.com.