I struggle every single day with trying to understand how a full-time working mother could ever find balance. I think about it at stop lights on my terrible commute home; while in the shower or tub, which is my place of peace and solace; when I start to do a yoga pose that reminds me of a part of my body I don’t love; while paying bills; when deciding which dinosaur cake to make my son; when I’m making dinner for my family; when I’m longing to sleep but can’t because there are still a million things to do; when I drive to work with tears in my eyes because I just want to be with my baby; and when I realize that days have gone by without kissing my husband because life can be so overwhelming. I’ve always been really career-driven, and yet nothing has pulled me harder than the biological yearning to be with my child. Women’s roles are so vastly different now compared to the generations preceding us and I do feel I’m part of a pioneering group that future generations will dissect. I think it is possible that the working mother appears selfish, but I don’t agree. If my family could survive on one income, we would. I don’t feel like an anti-feminist by admitting that I’d gladly stay home full or part time if I could while my child is young. I think that, economically, it is extremely hard to survive on one income now and it is more common to have two parents working just to keep afloat. I also think that the U.S. Government’s lack of support for working mothers (6 weeks of disability for bringing a child into the world? Really?) hurts us as a society in the long run.