Over the weekend, 60 Minutes ran a great story celebrating some Australian mumpreneurs who have made it big in business, featuring B.Box, Organic Bubs, and writer turned retailer, Jessica Rudd.
The piece kicked off a bit of a debate about the term ‘mumpreneur‘. Critics of the term see it as derogatory and sexist.
But me, well, I’m a mumpreneur and I’m proud of it. Let me tell you why.
I have no desire to be referred to, thought of as or belong to the generic group named ‘entrepreneur’. No thank you! I’m part of something much more specific, much more special. I’m one of a growing group of people on this planet who go so much further than being ‘someone who designs, launches and runs a new business, usually with considerable initiative and risk’ (thanks Wikipedia). God, by that definition I could be a drug dealer. Or Donald Trump. Not sure what’s worse.
Nope. I’m part of a group that is next level to the standard entrepreneur who puts a new idea out in the marketplace for profit. We do that, of course. But we do it for the benefit of other mums.
All the mumpreneurs I know? They were driven to take the quite phenomenal leap into the world of business ownership by a burning desire to make life easier for other mums than it had been for them. To provide something helpful, even something essential, for mums, where before there was nothing.