the thing is, I have the blues.
the deep dark blues, just some pale, silly, annoying blues.
It's been gross weather and the holidays are over and I think it might
have something to do with my birthday. I
turned 36 this week and although I don't have a problem with AGE, I might be
having a problem with AGING. Maybe
it's because I spend all day looking at the perfect, unblemished skin of my
children so that when I finally look in the mirror at night, it comes as
somewhat of a shock to see my own weary face.
it's because this week I also got The Comment.
You know, The Comment that raises blisters on your soul by its very
ignorance? I was checking out of
the grocery line with both kids in tow one morning and the checker—this KID
who clearly had no children –actually said to me
“So, you stay home with your kids?
Wow, I could never stay home all day.
I'd be so bored.” There I
was, actually nursing my youngest (you do what you have to do when you have to
do it) and trying to take my wallet away from my oldest so I could pay for the
groceries -- harried, harassed, clearly anything but BORED-- and this TEENAGER
condemned my lifestyle with one stupid comment.
Comment has several variations depending on your situation in life. If you are a working mother (like that's not the most
redundant phrase in the English language) you have someone offer some snide
value judgment because you are leaving your kids.
If you stay home with your children, you clearly have nothing on the ball
and must lack self-esteem.
I've heard the comments directed at my working friends, and in some ways, those
are more cruel, especially when a mother has no choice but to have a job and
someone is making her feel guilty about providing for her kids’ very survival!
But because I'm a stay at home mom, I know the variations of the hurtful
comments on that situation better than I know the others.
The one I hate the most is “Gosh, it must be nice.”
Like the decision to stay home didn't come with some sacrifice.
Like I am taking advantage of my husband in some way.
you know, it IS nice. For me and
for my children and for my marriage. It
makes sense, given our particular family, that one of us stays home. But it doesn't mean we're independently wealthy (I wish) or
that I'm laying around all day eating bon-bons and watching the soaps.
I'm working harder than I ever have in my life, thank you very much.
you know, it doesn't make sense for everyone.
I have loads of friends who work “outside the home” (detestable
phrase) for various reasons. Some
work because they are the primary breadwinners in their families.
Some work because they feel it makes them better mothers to their
children. Some work because they
are physicians and lawyers and veterinarians who have people besides their
children who depend on them.
choice to stay home is the right choice for MY FAMILY.
It is not the right choice for every mother out there. And yes, it comes with a hefty price tag.
Not just a financial one but also a certain loss of esteem in the eyes of
this society, where so little honor is accorded those of us who care for
children full-time. And
there's a certain loss of my own sense of self, too.
I used to spend my days working on behalf of children everywhere—the
disabled and the disadvantaged and the hungry.
Now I have two tiny bosses who don’t quite speak English and who almost
never give merit raises. I used to stride about with a clearly defined purpose and a
clearly defined method. I managed a
staff. Now I second-guess every
single decision I make with regard to my kids and I feel like it's the highlight
of my day if I get to go to the bathroom by myself.
And I can't even manage our SCHEDULE.
the thing that really bothers me is that, although this week I had some teenager
give me The Comment, I am more likely to hear it from other moms who have made
different choices. And maybe that's
the most depressing thing. It's
hard enough to try to find your way as a mother in this world without other
mothers slinging arrows at you. Not
to be too “Can't we all just get along?” but we are all just trying to do
the best job we can for our families. I
don't understand why we can't support each other better.
I think being home raising my children is more important than my career was
–which is a fairly strong thing to say coming from a woman who lived to work.
But that's my value judgment for ME –not for everyone.
There is such DIVISIVENESS among mothers. First we judge each other on whether we work or stay home.
Then, we judge each other on whether or not we believe in spanking. Then it's
disposable vs. cloth diapers, breast vs. bottle, organic food vs. classic
Gerber, public vs. private school. We splinter and splinter until we perpetuate
the isolation that is already inherent in motherhood --we can't ever really
connect because of all this sitting in judgment.
think one reason there's so much of this kind of splintering is that none of our
children comes with a manual that tells us exactly what the right choices are,
and we moms are so sensitive and so earnestly trying to do the right thing that
we feel we constantly have to justify why we do what we do.
just seems to me that as long as we focus on the differences among us, we're not
doing anything to affect positive change so that our own children don't have to
feel condemned for their choices when THEY have children. It's not that I'm not
judgmental (I'm sure at some point I'm going to write a column about spanking
and half of my mailing list will rise up against me) --it's just that I don't
think all this judging is getting us anywhere. We mommies need to stick
together. No one can truly
understand motherhood except another mother, and this world gives us so few
opportunities to have real allies.
you know, ultimately, all our children suffer the consequences of this division.
Whether we stay at home or not, in the end we all send our kids out into a world
where they will work, live and love among people from all backgrounds.
It would be nice if those disparate backgrounds resulted in a level
playing field for the kids and some grand acceptance of all mothers for the
choices we make.
for the teenager who made The Comment, maybe my now advanced years are resulting
in a kinder, gentler Barb. (Yeah, right.) Because I didn't whip out the typical
sarcastic rejoinder. I decided to
frame her stupid comment as a question and so I smiled at her and said mildly,
“Well, sometimes it's a little boring, like all jobs.
But you might be surprised at how wonderful it is.”
there. I feel better.
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