Bossing is hard man! Bossing with kids, even harder. Many of us have been there. Changing nappies while skype calling your client, trying to shoosh the hangry toddler on your leg while typing out a proposal. Late nights are for breastfeeding and research.
And then you wonder. Wouldn't it be easier to have an 8 to 5 job? Clock your card at the end of the day and you're home free. Your pay cheque is guaranteed. Annual leave is merely booked in advance and approved. And off you go.
But who wants an easy life, right?
Being your own boss, or as we now call it, an entrepreneur, is all about the ultimate reward. The harder you work, the better your results. The more you apply yourself, the more your business grows. Eventually - and I say eventually because I'm still waiting - you will reap the benefits. YOU. You will reap the benefits of your late nights, your family sacrifices, your flailing social life. Not your boss. You.
Since starting my journey as a Mom-Boss (yes, that's a thing), I have been able to attend every soccer match without having to guiltily ask someone permission first. I mean how obscene is that?! Please may I attend my daughter's swimming gala to watch her hold the winning cup above her head and proudly parade around the pool while her team cheers her on. Please? Oh hell no. I created that sparkling piece of perfection. I am going to stand by and witness every single triumph (and disaster) in her life. And I'm not going to ask permission. It is my right. Not my privilege. And it is her right to have mom there, shouting the loudest from the stands, clapping the loudest at her piano recitals, fist pumping the air as she receives a merit badge in assembly. The ultimate reward of mom-bossing.
Those months when the pay cheque is not guaranteed and we have to squeeze the purse a little tighter - worth it. Those late nights of website creation when you literally lay down your head as the alarm goes off for the school run - worth it. And the ultimate, ULTIMATE, reward - when your 10 year old puts together her own business plan and spends her free afternoons sewing up a storm to be an entrepreneur, just like her parents.
That my friends, is what it's all about.