In the working world, the idea of climbing the ladder has been around since the beginning – the idea of working hard, advancing to more responsible roles, to more financial reward and the magical success at the end of the road is attractive. But what if the world isn’t quite the same as it once was and the ladder isn’t clear, or isn’t even there?
“Never in my wildest dreams did I see this coming. When I first started “borrowing” from the company I had every intent of paying back what I took. Heck, I did pay some of it back…at least at the beginning!” Those were the words Mark said as he confessed that the life he was living was, for the most part, an illusion. Truth be told, Mark, for all his legitimate successes, had over time become no more than a liar and a thief. His choices created consequences that he never dreamed were possible.
Mark’s recantation of his ethical fall is all too common.
Kathy (my wife) and I are fortunate enough to live in an amazing part of the world. The province of British Columbia, in particular the West Coast region of the Province is an area where land meets ocean, rivers run deep and mountains reach high into the sky. On any particular day a person can be sailing, scuba diving, skiing, sightseeing, golfing, or hiking. The natural varietal beauty of the area is amazing in itself – but the climate and region also provide for an amazing and abundant variety of wildlife habitat as well to appreciate and enjoy.
I have something radical to say and I wish you could hear me because if you were in front of me I would be screaming it: the world is safe. The world has always been safe. Yes, children die, famine exists, natural disasters kill thousands, and we murder one another through war, domestic violence, and hate. But the world is safe. For those of you who don’t believe the world is safe, why are you lying to your children? I know that a deep part of you knows that the world is safe, but your life experience has fooled you into believing that it is not.
It’s taken me close to a decade to realize that I am a better mom BECAUSE I work.
You see, for years, I felt guilty. I couldn’t be the type of mom that most consider to be a “good mom.” I didn’t pick up my boys at school. I wasn’t always available for their school activities. I couldn’t always volunteer in their classroom. I missed a few of their sporting games. And all of this made me feel like a “bad mom.”