Children

Gone from the broom closet to openly bringing my son to business meetings

This summer is a big contrast to that 11 years ago when my son was a baby. Well, he is still my baby. Always will be. Speaking of which, “Always be My Maybe” is a good original Netflix film. Just thought I would share that nugget. Now back to the story. Many, many moons ago, I was required to attend a business meeting even though I was out on maternity leave. Yes. The federal government said they didn’t care. They weren’t even my employer. I don’t quite think they could get away with such a demand these days. But you never know.

I went on the trip. I tried my best to make it a quick one-day trip. I had saved enough of my milk and had my pump with me. And, I had advised them I would be bringing such a device. Well, I got to Atlanta and to the meeting room. Then, I needed a private room. And, then there was none. They acted as if I were insane and literally put me in a broom closet. The indignity. I don’t think they would do such a thing today. Besides the indignity, these were just horrible people in general. And, I was in a complete state of shock. Which is probably why I didn’t cause a major scene.

Fast forward to today and in this summer, in particular. I don’t even think twice about bringing my son to work. I don’t think twice about bringing him to a business meeting. Last year, I met a female politician who shared her story of how she got started not so long ago. Part of her start, included having her children with her at campaign strategy meetings and fundraisers. She did what she needed to do. My son is old enough that he can entertain himself. One time at a business dinner he actually carried part of the conversation and shared his math strategies with a business colleague. It then became part of the overall discussion. He charmed them and they thought I was a great mom in that he was so super math smart. I don’t know where he gets that from. I like statistics but not mathematics.

As time moves forward, so do societal norms. What occurred ten years ago wouldn’t be likely to occur today. But I most certainly came out stronger from those and other indignities.

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