A diaper in one hand and red-headed documents in the other.
My battlefield is not just the conference room, but also the parent group.
My name is Lin Mo, I am thirty-five years old, a civil servant in the provincial department, and the mother of a five-year-old child.
Everyone said that this was an "iron job" that could last until retirement.
Until I was forced to leave a key meeting because of an emergency call from my daughter's kindergarten——
The boss's cold eyes, my colleagues' chuckles, and a transfer order assigned me to the "senior care department."
They think that a woman who is tied down by her children will never be able to make waves again.
But this time, I decided to let them see:
What kind of power can a mother unleash after being forced into a desperate situation.
I used my brain to analyze policy documents to deconstruct milk powder ratio and school district housing;
I used the power of writing annual reports to organize the "Parenting Mutual Aid Alliance" in the community.
When my opponent was weighing the pros and cons, I used my mother's wisdom and resilience to play the dead game alive.
From the edge of the system to the center of power,
I want to personally redefine what it means to be a strong mother.
Purpose: My name is Lin Mo, I am thirty-five years old, a civil servant in the provincial department, and the mother of a five-year-old child. I used my mother's wisdom and resilience to play the dead game alive. From the edge of the system to the center of power, I want to personally redefine what it means to be "strong as a mother".
