“Where’s Mommy?” my son asked. “Where do you think she is, Brendan? She’s at the computer,” my husband replied in an annoyed tone.
I overheard this exchange between my son and husband two years ago (when my son was three) and had a huge realization.
While I was working on the computer—writing new posts, planning my editorial calendar, invoicing advertisers, responding to email and social media—my family had no idea what I was doing.
To them, it looked like I was just farting around on Facebook, or worse; neglecting them.
But I wasn’t. I was working. Hard, too.
Earning a great income. Making a difference in the lives and businesses of other mom entrepreneurs. Building a solid career for myself. Why couldn’t they see that?