So. Iâ€™ve never been the mom who had umpteen photos of her kids in her wallet.Â Â I withstood the withering glances of women who asked to see pictures of my kids as I said, â€œI donâ€™t have any.â€ Somewhere there is small print that I didnâ€™t read in the mommy contract: Have current photos of your awesome kids at all times.
Okay. I sucked as a bonafide, photo-carrying, mom. It had nothing, NOTHING, to do with my love for my kids, and everything to do with my quiet way of living. Iâ€™m a private kind of woman, and my childrenâ€™s accomplishments come out in a trickle at best.
Last week, as I sat in a dental seminarâ€”donâ€™t askâ€”I received a text from my 31-year old daughter. She had just received Pella Windowâ€™s innovator of the year award. She was on a team that made major technological advances in the trending smart home arena. Iâ€”almostâ€”cried on the spot.
Not because my daughter is an incredibly smart woman. Not because she put in the hard work that brought the award to fruition. I was deeply touched because of this– she set a goal on the day she walked into Pella Windowâ€™s corporate headquarters as a college student. She noticed that they had an award for innovator of the year and quietly, in-her-head, said, â€œI will win that.â€ See the connection? We are quiet people.
When she won the award I silently screamed. I jumped up and downâ€¦in my mind. I wiped my dry eyes that were weeping with joy because she had realized a dream. My womb felt joy that my baby, my 31-year old daughter, has succeeded in an area that is still mainly populated by men. Engineering.
Glass ceilings? They sadly still exist. But on this day she didnâ€™t crack the glass, she shattered it. My daughterâ€™s award? The best part of my day.