It isn't just the business trips. No matter what happens, I always feel like I'm coming up short -- never spending quite enough time with my children and never being where I need to be with my career as a freelance writer. I knew it would be a delicate dance, balancing work and family, but I was surprised at just how hard it can be. While I know working moms have it tough because they usually end up doing the bulk of the childcare on top of their jobs, I can speak only for the working dads. And I have to say, for us, too, it's really tough.
The difficulty hit me the very day that our first child, Isabelle, was born. Since I'm self-employed, I didn't feel I could take off much time from work. In fact, I mentioned to Susan that it might be handy for me to have a laptop in the delivery room, to check e-mail during "downtime." She replied that I should be grateful we were having our baby in a hospital because if I tried to work while she was in labor, I might need medical aid myself.
So, ahem, I completely threw myself into the delivery process. But Susan was chagrined -- to say the least -- that I allowed myself only about 24 hours of parental leave after we brought Isabelle home. I just didn't feel comfortable taking any more time off. Two weeks later, though, I attempted to give Susan a break by bringing Isabelle on an interview with me. I was scheduled to talk to a lawyer who specialized in representing bicyclists. I thought it would make a nice, offbeat story and sold it to a regional business magazine. I suggested to the lawyer that we meet at a bike path because it would fit well with the story. Then I casually mentioned bringing Isabelle. "She's always sleeping -- you'll hardly notice her," I promised.
Except that it rained that day, and we had to do the interview in my car. The attorney held Isabelle while I scribbled his answers to my questions in a notebook. When Isabelle spit up on him, he didn't complain. When she cried, he even helped diaper her. And he didn't bill me -- much.
Another daughter (Lorelei) later, balancing work and family hasn't gotten any easier. Susan will never let me forget that one of the baby's first words was -- I swear -- "work." Some of it's my own fault. I probably needn't bother trying to interest Lorelei in the articles I'm working on, as I often do. She can't even speak in two-word sentences, and there I am at dinner telling her about a story I'm writing on retaining good employees. And because my home office is located near the girls' rooms, I've had a lot of phone conversations where the person I'm talking to suddenly asks, "Is that a baby crying?" "Sorry about that," I say. "I'm in a crowded airport terminal. Very loud, very crazy here."
Usually, the caller has kids as well and totally understands. But it's amazing how many people in the corporate world still aren't sympathetic to parents, particularly dads.
Geoff Williams is a Babytalk contributing editor.