Description "Mom Is a Working Person" ... Kim Young-ran I thought everything would go according to plan I would have sold my soul for a little more sleep before dawn Am I a harsh woman? Dad! Is Mom someone who just plays around? Please don't go, Auntie ... Yang Sun-ah The fear of a career interruption A good nanny matters more than a good husband Urban legends about Korean-Chinese nannies The limits of a nanny skilled at housework Principles for dealing with a nanny, learned through trial and error Our love for Auntie deepens The auntie who supported me like my own mother Meeting and parting, again and again Choosing happiness over guilt ... Jeon Ga-il Is a working mom always the guilty one? Mom, hang up on the lab! My nine-year-old daughter, my greatest comfort Every child grows up in a different environment I am a mother Parents grow too, as they raise their children ... Hwang Geum-hee A thoroughly selfish, immature wife Reflecting on raising my child too easily My son enters his teens and reveals his true nature Coming to accept my child's right to self-determination Speaking about myself from where I stand If you want to raise a self-directed child, the parent must become one first Life with a mother who lacks talent and a son who has plenty ... Lee Suk-in Prologue: Mom's Talent Deficiency Syndrome Mom, please just stay home now Did you happen to live abroad? Oh my, how did your son turn out so lucky...? Our son, born with a natural talent for being a child! Being together all the time may not always be a good thing ... Kwon Hyuk-ran Shin Saimdang on the 50,000-won bill, scented with green onion Two independences, two partings I realize my children weren't hurt by my absence It's okay not to be exactly like everyone else Mom, live to your heart's content! Mom, I'll give you happiness Whether together or apart, we love our children—there is no such thing as a bad mom ... Yoo Sook-yeol Prologue How could you leave your child in someone else's hands? My dream was never to be the "ideal wife and wise mother" Fine, I'm a bad mom—so what? Raise sons like weeds and daughters like flowers? That night we had a huge fight, my husband and I Real-life sex education, 30 years later The special daughter who defended and cared for her working mom One Big Apple or Two Small Apples? ... Shin Hye-won Just have two small apples instead When one door closes, close the other one too! You can't satisfy everyone Parenting experience builds problem-solving skills Kids, your business is your own to handle! We let them roam free, and they turned out fine A child raised with the heart ... Han Yeon-yeop They say there's no such thing as bad parenting A parenting project that started from anxiety Even apart, we can see each other in our hearts The child who came back into my arms Raising a child with help from those around us Which is better for a child—living with mom or dad? Reunited after 13 years, the most beautiful day of my life Inside the Book Sometimes when my husband nags me, saying things like "Turn off the boiler properly" or "Please clean up your desk," my six-year-old answers for me instead: "Dad! Is Mom someone who just plays around? You do it!" That's right, Mom is a working person! She always has been, and always will be. — from "Mom Is a Working Person" On the day I said goodbye to Auntie (our live-in helper), I couldn't sleep until dawn and ended up in tears. While putting together an album of photos of our family's happy times with Auntie and the kids, the tears just kept flowing. I'm not sure if I was sad because I thought of her as family and now she was leaving, or if I was crying out of pity for myself, having to adjust to yet another new person, or if I felt sorry for my children, who had to say goodbye so young to a caregiver they had grown so attached to. — from "Please Don't Go, Auntie" My child started daycare just after turning two, and would start crying even before stepping into the classroom. No matter how much I soothed or explained, the crying wouldn't stop. Sometimes the teacher would have to pry my child away from my arms by force. At those times, my child would grip my clothes so tightly with those tiny hands that the teacher could barely manage to pull them away. Once separated, the child would thrash and cry, screaming "Mommy!!" Even after I literally had to peel my child off me and turn away, the sound of "Mommy!!" screamed from behind would ring even louder. That heartbreaking cry...