Below is a post that is written by the daughter of a working mother. I agree with her point of view and encourage you read her post. I’d like to add a few points from my own experience.
I was raised by a working mother. She did everything that the author’s mother did, but she didn’t have the advantage of a super-helpful husband. My dad was a wonderful man, who fixed things, gave advice, did the financial planning, and brought home the majority of the bacon. But he was basically useless in the kitchen and the laundry room. My mom’s income was still essential for us to live, and she did everything else. Here’s how:
1. She taught us to help out and expected us to do our share from an early age. We didn’t like it, and we didn’t do it well, but we did do our chores. And she NEVER re-did them for us if we did them wrong. If I shrank my favorite sweater in the wash, too bad. It was my fault. Learn and do it better the next time.
2. She always made time to do the things she loved, and included us in her interests. Mom loved to sew, and she generously taught us when we showed interest and allowed us to use her machine. She loved to read, and would tell us about the books she was reading, in case we wanted to read them too.
3. Mom perfected the art of slacking off. In the 1970s, in our small Midwestern town, Saturdays were for running errands and dropping in on other people. If mom was hanging out, enjoying a lazy morning, and happened to see someone coming up the walk, she would quickly get out the vacuum cleaner and put it in the middle of the floor. Then when her friends would walk in and say, “June? Is the coffee on?” She would reply, “Sure! I was just cleaning and could use a break.” Note: The coffee was always on.