I always knew I'd be a working mom. I'm the daughter of a working mom, and even as a child, I was in awe of her. Not only did she work a demanding, full-time job, but she took classes at night to get her master's and then her doctorate over the course of a decade. She battled traffic on the Eisenhower every day to pick us up from day care, seconds before (or after) they closed. When child care wasn't open, she took us to work with her, letting us sit in on her classes at the University of Illinois at Chicago or having us complete math workbooks.