Blessings of a Conference

This past week I have been in Washington DC at a conference in which most if not all of the activities require my involvement.  Six days of being “on it” 24/7 and tonight, the eve of the conference’ end, I’m exhausted. Droopy red eyes, back and ass ache, swollen feet fatigue tempered only by the satisfaction of knowing I helped make a good conference even better for members of our union who I call my brothers and sisters.

And at the height of the busiest moments I was pulled away and reminded how blessed I am to be a mom who works.   At 5:00 p.m. today as I was changing for yet another event, I heard my phone and found a picture of a poem written by my 13 year old daughter.  It was an English assignment and she wanted to share it with me.  While I maniacally complain about technology and texting and our over-reliance on all of it, I was struck by the gift this oft-hated technology provided me on this one evening at a conference in Washington DC.

She wrote:

I dream a dream that all can share.

To walk down the street without a care.

You have today

Don’t let it slip away

And then, four hours later my older daughter called to say hi – no agenda, no need, no question, no request, just a simple call to say hi I miss you and when are you coming home.

So I could wallow in self pity and angst at having a job that takes me away from them for sometimes big chunks of time OR I could embrace the whole of my life which includes a hard but cool job that allows me to interact daily with interesting and smart activists AND the most lovely and loving daughters a throwback working mom like me could ever ask for.

2 thoughts on “Blessings of a Conference

  1. Bev, isn’t it amazing when you can take a step back and see how self-propelled they are? Being away from our kids can be a revelation. And everything they are comes from you: poet, caring person, appreciator of life, emotionally expressive, independent — and that’s evident just from the above post! They are so much more, I am sure.
    I am sad that you feel so angst-y about being away from them. I am reading a book called “Emotional Neglect” that is about parents who are ALWAYS there and yet not emotionally able to connect with their kids. Physical presence isn’t everything. My goal was to be the teeny little Mom sitting on their shoulder when I was apart from my kids, so they would hesitate before doing something dangerous or stupid but also to know that I was always there for them, even if not in person. Clearly you have achieved this with your girls. Good job and great post!

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