In my life I am grateful for my freedom.
I live in a country where there is freedom of speech, and our successes can be celebrated. Women, as close as one hundred years ago, only just got the vote. We were seen as second class citizens. It took two world wars, to make the start of women’s rights. When men went to fight, women took on their roles. When the men came back it was difficult to go back to how it was.
I have always worked, even when my children were young.
There has always been an element of guilt in working. I wish I were with them while they were growing up. I know I wasn’t able to not work. Money, mortgages and bills stopped that from happening.
I am also proud that I was able to protect them as they were growing up, and that they were loved. Their Nanny looked after them, and I knew they were safe. At least I had the choice whether I wanted to work or not.