Evolution of this working mother
When my children were younger, I didn't much like it, really. It was something I did because I had to (I was single), but it interfered with what I really enjoyed most: being in my home, being in my head, reading, thinking, interacting with and mothering my children.
Now that they're older, I'm glad to be working, for a couple of reasons: I'm moving into a form of work that allows me the things I treasure most -- solitude, time to think, read, be in my own head; my kids are older, more independent, and needing less hands-on mothering.
After a couple of decades of being a mother, though, their growing independence is just fine by me. I'm as ready for them to move on as they are to do it. Which, really, is how it should be.
And I'm ready for the next thing.