Since I was old enough to realize that work was a thing, it was ingrained in me that I would be out in the workforce someday, as opposed to doing the stay-at-home mom thing. Coming from a family who lived mostly in poverty, hard work was never foreign to me — it's just how you survive. I think part of my need to always be working stems from the fear of not having enough, especially now that I have a son. I'll always have this subconscious fear that if I'm not working, we might not have enough to get by. I did, for a time after my son was born, stay at home with my baby and just kind of lay low. But after a few months, I remembered that I had completed college for a reason (and those student loan numbers weren't letting me forget that fact either). I felt the weight of pressure on my husband to provide for us all on his own, which he never complained about and was managing to do, but I can't imagine having that sort of pressure in my shoulders alone; It wasn't something I wanted him to carry for much longer, since it wasn't our family's long-term plan.
All of that, combined with the desire to do something with a degree that had cost way too much in student loans, I decided to break free from my bra-less mornings of pajamas and baby kisses, and return to doing the kind of work that I both needed and wanted to get back to. Being a stay-at-home mom is an excellent thing for so many women and their families, but it wasn't my plan, it wasn't what my family most needed, and it was time to stop chilling in someone else's job and go back to my own. And when I decided to be a working mom, I realized that doing so turned me into more of a badass than I thought possible. Here's how: