My son is currently in the midst of a leadership workshop, and for one of the excercises, he was asked to list three people he knew that he considered to be leaders.
He came up with one, but said that he couldn't think of anyone else.
His father said, "Well, you know your mother is a great leader. She really knows how to work with people and get the best out of them."
He, of course, was referencing my past work history, with a lot of it being supervisory in nature. Hell, when I worked for world-famous think tank, everybody and their mother thought I was the bomb. Hubba-hubba was also thinking of all the coaching I have done.
My son, bless his heart, (and I say that truly, not in the sarcastic Southern sense) replied with a disbelieving snort, "MOM? She doesn't lead anybody. All she does is stay at home at watch my sister all day long."
And this, friends, would be the truth.
I don't lead anybody, and he was referring to the Mom he has known throughout his life, not the Mom that was Gina before he and his sister came along.
And for a moment, I was saddened that that was all my son thought of me.
Just a glorified babysitter, apparently.
But then I remembered that I CHOSE this role. He knows many, many women who work outside the home (including his aunt and grandmother) so it isn't as if he thinks all women are good for is childcare.
He had no clue how his words stung me for that minute or so, but I can hope that in looking back on what I chose to do for him and his sister, he will be appreciative rather than scornful.