|For dress-up day at kindergarten, she dressed|
up as her Dad going to work.
She asked me what the mums do when the kids are at preschool.
Some go home, I said, some look after their other kids, some have to go out and do other things. And some work.
"No!" she said, laughing at me. "Mums don't work! Only daddies do!"
I explained it to her: some mums work, some stay home, sometimes dads stay home, some parents work from home. Like me. She found the whole thing quite funny; she's four - what happens in her world is the entire world.
I've always felt this pressure to set an example for my girl. Show her that being a mum doesn't have to limit you, that a woman can do anything.
When we had that conversation I was a little surprised, but I no longer felt the pressure.
I know now what she needs from me.
She doesn't need to see some forced version of a superwoman. She doesn't need a mum who's going through the motions. She doesn't need me to become a byproduct of society's expectations. It's not my role to show her that a family can work in countless different ways.
She just needs me.
All she needs to know is that I did what was right for me and for us.
All she needs from me is love. Time. Support. An ear to listen and a shoulder on which to lean.
The rest, it's just stuff.