I think that I can say with confidence that as a young girl in the 70's, I really was in the first generation of being a "child with a (full-time) working mother" who was striving to break through the professional glass ceiling.
Yes, my mum was the first generation of women to try to "have it all" - a professional career (fulltime), a husband and three kids.
Mum was a very career driven woman and worked throughout my entire childhood. She was always driven to achieve, achieve, achieve and "beat" the men at their own game. She was smart, sassy and very driven. I was very proud of how beautiful and charismatic she was - how she was not afraid to go into territory that was at the time, quite foreign for women, let alone being a mother of three!
This sounds great doesn't it?! She had it all, didn't she - children, a husband AND recognition in a "professional field".
I guess I always grew up thinking and she always assumed that "there would be time" when I was older to develop and enjoy the mother/daughter relationship. I grew up, gained my own qualifications, married and embarked upon my own career.
Mum was diagnosed with stage III cancer two weeks before I discovered I was pregnant with my first child. She had just turned 53. She died when my youngest was five weeks old. She didn't live to see 60. Being driven, she fought and she fought to see her grand babies born, but sometimes life just isn't fair.
You may wonder why am I telling the world essentially some very personal information?
It is because I have learnt the very, very hard way from first hand experience as a little child of a career driven mother that yes, career success is all very well and good. I absolutely agree that achieving career goals is a wonderful achievement! Indeed, I am very proud of all that my mum achieved with her career goals in a predominantly male dominated field.
However, this experience taught me, very cruelly, that if you decide to have children, you can't go banking on the fact that they (or YOU!) will be there later, when you are older and "ready to retire" to have the lovely, nurturing relationship where you have "time" to spend together.
As mum learnt the hard way, and unfortunately I have experienced first hand as the daughter of a mother who "broke the glass ceiling", sometimes career success can come at a price. She felt great guilt and she regretted many of the decisions she made to put career over family. She realised that she had missed out on a whole range of precious "mum/daughter experiences" for the sake of impressing "someone important" or getting the next promotion, award or pay-rise.
It wasn't worth it when it came down to it. Sad, huh?
Understandably, this experience changed me and my perspective of motherhood vs career.
Yes, I'd really like to achieve goals career wise and make an impact on the world for that matter. However, when I am on my death bed I can tell you that I sure as hell will not care whether I impressed a prime-minister or an influential reporter or anyone in power with my "brains or achievements" as much as I will care whether my family - my children and my husband loved me and know that I really adored them as their caring mother and wife.