Reality shock
We all know that society has changed, men are now a fundamental part of the family, they help a lot, they are involved in education, they take maternity leave and combine it with a professional career.
But what I have realized is that women, who previously did not have such highly developed professional careers because they were more dedicated to the family and organizing the home, have been encouraged for several decades to to train at the same level or higher than men, to be able to compete in the market like them.
What happened to this? That I, personally, suffered an impact when I became a mother. I explain it; Both my friends and I have studied a bachelor's degree, which we have combined with languages and master's degrees in the best schools. Our ambition was fueled as we grew in our jobs. I wanted to have a management position, I wanted to be part of the best digital companies in the world... and, when I gave birth, my aspirations suddenly disappeared. I realized that it was very difficult, or almost impossible, to combine these two things. Suddenly there was a being who depended on me, who did things every day that he didn't want me to miss. How hard it was to sit up and not be able to give him his first pureed vegetables... or miss small progress that I was making because I was in the office...
On the other hand, I wanted to continue having success within my position, and it motivated me, of course, but there came a time when I wanted to go home so I could play with her for a while, bathe her, etc... and that , at least in Madrid, it is very difficult to get. I say Madrid because the distances are longer, the hours are longer... I had never had a job where I left before 8 p.m., but when I arrived at El Corte Inglés, I was able to leave at 6 p.m., which was very good. Although the perfect thing would be to be able to leave at 5 p.m. to pick up the children from school.
I admire companies like Iberdrola, which make days super compatible with motherhood, and not only that, but being able to enjoy the afternoons, going shopping at the supermarket, doing sports during the day, to go to a doctor without having to ask for proof and many other things.
What I wanted to share with this post is that no one prepares us or informs us about what we are going to feel when giving birth, that clash with the reality that we lived, accelerated with work, plans, etc. Nobody tells us that it may be frustrating at first, but that it will be worth it. It's like we're running the 100-meter dash, and when you're about to reach the finish line, they put a fence in front of you and you crash into it. Then you jump over it and you get it, but at the start we didn't see it.
And how happy I am to have stopped, to enjoy, look, play, pamper...
