- 11:53 p.m. What am I doing up this late? I have to be at the office in 7 hours!
- Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Coffee. Fully-leaded java…so much for sleep.
- Mary Chapin Carpenter: The Middle Ages. Soothing folk music might help.
The Mother Rogue, formerly (Various Shades of) Blonde Nonsense, is back. I took the site down last August as part of a comprehensive, job search-related, social media scrub. I didn’t want Google telling prospective employers I am a long-distance Mom who makes Saturday morning sojourns to New Jersey every 4 to 6 weeks. I didn’t want a Vice President or HR Manager reading about my Autistic son or learning that I attend IEP meetings via teleconference. I was afraid having a special needs teenager might imply I am not 100% focused and dedicated to my job.
I actually sat in interviews and debated mentioning I am a Mom. When asked, I’d try to gloss over the question. When I was hired at my current job, I put my son’s baby picture on my desk and tried to ignore the topic of children with my co-workers.
After exactly 8 months, 6 months into my current gig, The Omen pointed out that my glossing over anything was ridiculous and my attempts to ignore the fact that I had a son were outright hysterical. I think Taller Half actually laughed out loud.
Both my husbands – TheEx and The Omen – are evil geniuses. Since 1993, I have sent a spouse out the door to the office with the admonishment, “Play nice in the sandbox. Not everyone else can do what you do.” I’m doing humanity a disservice when I concede one of them is right about anything. What will happen if they’re wrong one day?
Where IT and Tax Law are concerned, I think I’m fairly safe.
Sooo yes, The Omen is right. My son is my heart and soul. Good luck not talking about him for two minutes, much less an entire job interview or a full workday.
Being a long-distance mom to a child on the Autistic spectrum is also what drives me to be successful. Years of research into Autism and programs to help my son have made me resourceful. The strong voice I have developed through years of advocating for my son has made me a solid team leader. Making time to travel to New Jersey and scheduling those teleconferenced IEPs around proposal deadlines has honed my time management skills. Finally, because I do not have to take off early for after school events or partake in morning carpools, I have more time to dedicate to my career.
Motherhood is what makes me good at my job, and I like to think I am.
I changed the blog’s title because 5 months ago I finally gave in to my natural hair color, which has not been blonde since I was my son’s age.
Welcome back to the Mother Rogue. The latest in a series of trusty Toyota’s is hitting the road. Fasten your seatbelts…
–CMR 1:15 a.m.