Heads up: This one is very vulnerable. It’s worth a listen if you’re a working parent, or if you lead, manage, or facilitate working parents and want to understand their world outside of work. It’s cathartic, it’s unrehearsed, and there are tears and some explicit language. When I told my friends on a walk what I’d written in my journal, they said I needed to share it. So here it is. Raw vulnerability is part of creative leadership, and this feels like the most aligned thing I could put out this week. If you feel seen and/or if there is a working parent that needs to here this, please share. For months now, I’ve had a constant feeling that I’m not doing enough. Anyone who knows me would call that nonsense. People literally ask “how do you do it all, Monica?” because I make it look easy, and that’s a blessing and a curse. When you make it look easy, nobody offers to help. And I’m too busy doing it to think about asking. Nobody can talk me out of this feeling, and that’s the point. The healing has to come from me. So I flipped the usual gratitude exercise. I write about what I’m thankful for in the people around me all the time, but I never write a thank you to myself. This episode is what I wrote in my journal, told out loud: a thank-you from my boys to me. It’s not advice-seeking, and it’s not pity-seeking. It’s also not a comment on my husband, who does a lot too, just different things. It’s me giving myself permission to feel enough for one day. Thank You, Mom Thank you for waking me at 5 in the morningso I make it to the bathroom.Thank you for washing the sheetson the nights it didn’t work.Thank you for wiping down that bathroom flooralmost every single day. Thank you for a good breakfast,even when I don’t want to eat it.Thank you for standing at the counter and talking with meso we can connect,while you unload the dishwasher,start another load of laundry,and write the grocery list so the fridge stays full.And thank you for the job that pays for all of it. Thank you for packing the lunches,checking the bags,asking if my homework is done.All before 7 a.m. Thank you for making me practice piano in the morningso after school I can just play.Thank you for making sure I showerso I’m not stinky and don’t get picked on.Thank you for clean clothes. Thank you for walking me to the bus.I’m still young,and even when I act strong,having you there matters.Thank you for getting yourself dressed and ready first,so you can give me 100% of you.Thank you for walking me thereeven though it cuts into your workday. Thank you for keeping your phone closein case I get sick or hurt,so you’re the first calland the first one to come get me.Thank you for reading the school emailsin the middle of your day. Thank you for being ruthlessly efficient at work,for picking the highest-impact thingsand skipping the busywork,so you don’t bring work home with you.Thank you for skipping a real lunch breakso you can leave early,meet me at the bus,and be there at dinner,cooking while you help me with homeworkor listen to me talk about my hard day. Thank you for Pasta Mondays and Taco Tuesdays.Thank you for meals we can all mostly agree on,even when they’re not what you’d pick.You’re just making sure we get fed. Thank you for driving us to piano, robotics, and soccer,activities you might never have chosen for us.Thank you for spending those eveningsin a library or a coffee shop,reading a book,doing more work,or recording this podcast,so you get a sliver of time that’s yours.Thank you for choosing that over volunteering like the other parents.I know that’s a hard decision.And thank you for carrying the guilt about it. Thank you for picking us upand making sure we have time for a snack, a show,and a chance to decompress,when all you want is to go to bed.Thank you for making sure you get to eat dinner too. Thank you for family dinners on the nights that aren’t chaos,even when we complain.Because what you’ve told usis that time with your kids matters.Thank you for letting us stay upwhen you’re desperate for sleep.And thank you for the nights you tell Dadyou need to go to bed,and you take care of your own needs.Thank you for going to bed earlyso you can get up and do it all again. Thank you for the time you spend on your phonethat isn’t scrolling Instagram.It’s playdates.It’s checking our days offso you can schedule time off to be with us.It’s researching fun things we can do as a family.Thank you for being a working parentso we can afford those experiences. Thank you for the two-page checklistyou write for Grandma, Grandpa, and Dadevery time you travel for work,so nobody misses a beat while you’re gone.Thank you for taking the early flights and the late flightsso you’re away less.Thank you for the nights you land after a long travel dayand still get up at 5 anyway.Thank you for being honest with uswhen you’re tired, depleted, or having a hard day.Because then we know you’re human,and that you need help too. Thank you for any sacrifices you made to be here for us,even the ones that may have cost you a promotion.Thank you for getting up at 4 a.m.so you can take care of yourself before we’re awake.Thank you for the times you get to volunteer at school,and the days you take off work to be with us.And thank you for telling us,even when we don’t want to hear it,that you feel bad you can’t be the parentwho signs up for everything. Thank you, Mom. On some level,thank you for not feeling like enough,because it drives you to do so much.And thank you for the days you really don’t want to do itand do it anyway,because you know you can’t say hell no to your kids. * The empathy piece for leaders. If you manage or facilitate working parents, this is a peek at what happens between 5 a.m. and the moment they open Slack, the subtle part of being a parent that they can’t shut off during the workday, and how their day remains ruthlessly busy when they leave. It’s a lot, and most of it is invisible. * Permission, both directions. If you’re a parent who doesn’t feel like enough, you have permission to feel that. And I have permission to feel enough right now. I gave it to myself while recording this. I don’t know if I’ll ever do a Part Two on what it’s like to thank myself for the workday version, but the thought is there. If this landed, send it to the working parent in your life, or to the manager who needs to hear it. And I’d love to know: what would your thank you list say? Get full access to Confessions of a Creative Leader at creativeleaderconfessions.substack.com/subscribe