Thursday, November 25, 2010

Dreamy dreams



Last night I had a dream that there was a movie out starring Sinead O'Connor as a lady who was turning into a robot because she was so negative. It had the Nick Lowe song, "What's so funny about peace, love and understanding" in it and that was the song that played on this movie's trailer. The movie poster looked something like the image I mocked up in about 10 minutes, above. I feel like this dream is a sign and a lesson. (Another good song to check related to this is "I do not want what I haven't got.")

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Report card=FAIL

So, as a follow up to my last post back in August about focusing on professional issues and eschewing "mommy" issues...well, that didn't happen. I just didn't write about it here, but I became more embroiled than ever in various discussions and arguments online about parenting topics. Why? I think one reason is that reading short articles and comments and then commenting myself, from the gut, is a quick and easy way to fill time, and filling time is really all I have for it. It's not like I am going to set aside a half hour for website reading and commenting. It's little blips. Blips while I wait for an application to open for something I'm working on. Sidetrack blips when I have to look up something else for work and drift off just to check a little website here or there to see what the latest thing to outrage (haha) me will be. Blips between playing with my kid or getting her a snack or wiping her ass or cleaning something. My comments are usually well thought out, although they do capture my "gut" response, as I mentioned. I often express my opinion in angry or combative ways. I feel an underlying sense of anger and combativeness and I know it's a problem and I certainly don't want to foster that in myself. It is so contrary to everything I want to be.

But the snark just flows.

I am also a little lonely. I will admit, as much as I love my kid, she is still just a kid and a young one at that. Sometimes if I say "I love you" or ask her any kind of question, she'll say something like "I'll be baby jaguar and you be a red-eyed tree frog"...totally missing the point, right? Well, that's normal! She's three! But, sometimes I need more engagement throughout these long days. Throwing comments out there, I get engagement. It seems like throwing provocative comments gets me better engagement, too. Or at least, more. Pathetic, I know. The thing is, sort of, at more core, I do think the things I post are right and what I really think, but I would never force these ideas on people in the real world and I don't alienate actual friends and acquaintances in real life with my bullshit. Also, often the more I get to know people the more I feel like, meh, it's OK if someone works and puts their baby in daycare...I mean, so and so seems caring and nice enough, right? Or, so and so just has to do it because they need the money. Even when I disagree with people's choices, when I actually get to know them as individuals, the difference in our choices serves more as a point of interest, a curiosity, something to talk to my husband about or ponder, etc. But, when I am just dealing with words on a screen, it's like I'm not really dealing with an actual person. And, I think this goes the other way, too.

So, what to do? I have tried, although admittedly not very earnestly, to curb and cut off my reading of parenting sites and blogs. Should I just write about my reactions here, on this blog, instead of engaging in the barbs in the comments sections? Should I just try harder to swear it all off? I think in some ways it might be beneficial for me to explore my feelings and think more about why I behave the way I do online. I have actually had some revelations on this lately.

For example, I get mad and resentful at people that have lots of kids and lots can mean anything from two to five to more. I know two is not really lots, three is just barely lots, so I guess my anger is proportionate to the number of "extra" kids people have. On one hand, I often see and hear (online) kids being slightly neglected when there seems to be more than the parent(s) can really adequately handle. I see and hear about bad behavior in the kids, lack of parental control, financial stresses, moms needing medication, parents not being able to pay for college...and I think, why the hell do these people bring this on themselves and why do they expect anyone to help them out? Haven't they heard of birth control...blah blah blah. I also think of how crowded the world often seems. I think of our waning resources. It can get scary, the mental trajectory. But, then I heard a baby crying in the grocery store the other day (my child was in preschool) and I had to hold back my tears. When I got to the car, I broke down and I cried. I missed having a baby. I only have one child. Why? I could have another baby? Why do all these people get to have babies, babies, babies, and I don't? It hit me, part of my anger against these multi-child people was a little jealousy. Not all, but part.

What a horrible revelation about myself! What an asshole I am, right? So, I need to lay off that. Still, when I move past the cuddly babies and the primal, probably hormonal urges to procreate (even at my age?) I realize that it is really best for us to have just one.

Another thing that gets on my nerves is stuff online about how women have to work and how there should be government-subsidized childcare to help them do so. Mommy-war type arguments aside about whether little kids are best off with their own moms, I don't really like the idea of having the government take on yet more of people's private family issues. I know, I know, the government subsidizes corporations and wars, so why not families? Well, the government gives tax breaks to families already—for each kid, there's a deduction, right? And there's some kind of earned income credit or something for daycare, right? (I don't know the details, part-time preschool doesn't really qualify.) I just bristle at the notion that we should be taxed more so that someone can get their personal fulfillment from working since they can't manage to find it with their young kids, or, in hobbies or something. People seriously in need should get help, sure, but alot of these discussions deteriorate to women saying they just need to work for their sanity, or, to hedge their bets against their marriage failing and them being single moms. And to those points, I say, that is their problem and the whole country does not need to pay for it.

I guess I am angry because, yes, it is challenging at times to be home with a kid all day, or most of the time when they are not in preschool, in the case of this work-at-home mom. It's challenging, but its not without its rewards and value to my personal growth. And, I am doing it all on my own, I should say, we, as a family, are doing it all on our own. We don't have family in town to help. We live day in and day out, working, caring for our child. We make it happen. I know it would be harder with more kids, which is why we don't have more. So, when these people with lots of kids get online and go on about the help they need, I just think they need to take responsibility for and control of their own lives!

I know, of course, that these thoughts are not friendly or charitable. I really do want to be kind and I want to be compassionate, but at this point I think the best I can do for these types is to try to be indifferent and not get embroiled in debates in comments sections. I think I will just try to sort it out here in my own writing space...

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

A horrible mommy blog day!

This post is in honor of all the mommy blogs out there that post the most mundane, “what I did today” drivel that somehow entertains people. I am soooo mommy’d out and so tired of the upper-middle class political crap surrounding motherhood. My internal struggles in my brain get much uglier than any of that. Here is a made-for-primetime version of a bad day in my world.

The table-top fountain doesn’t work. I am devastated. I sob at the kitchen sink as I wash the few dishes leftover from our breadmaking this morning. We got the fountain at Walgreens today after “lunch” when I went in to see if they still sold ipecac syrup in drugstores. Apparently they don’t. At least I couldn’t find it and I was too afraid to ask. I asked where it was once as a teen and they gave me trouble. I figured the pharmacist would think I was some crazy eating disorder lady and I didn’t want to go down that road of proving I wasn’t. Yes, I wanted it to make myself throw up, but no I am not bulimic. I just had a regrettable lunch.

After a frustrating morning that started with a routine enough check of a client’s website, the matter snowballed into an hour with technical support. A bad way to start one’s day when one is having trouble being centered, balanced and focused in their days generally (lately). I’d been dealing with the technical issue on and off since last Thursday and I won’t go into the gory details, but emotionally, I felt like a beat up valise that had been to Bangalore, Phoenix and back (the various support specialists locations, no small coincidence). I take my work very seriously.

What makes it sadder is that today I planned on being a big “focus on my kid” day. We were going to draw alot. We used to draw all the time, but lately it’s been all play doh and blocks and draping scraps of cloth on plastic animals as “costumes”. But, she was doing some good drawing last night in the tub with her bathtub crayons and it made be think, yeah, we need to draw. We did manage to get a little drawing in, and, as previously mentioned, baked homemade bread. How’s that? Work on client website issue, draw with child, make homemade bread with child. Not a bad day, actually. But I feel broken in pieces, somehow.

I figured I’d treat us to lunch over at the Austin Grill. Kids eat free on Tuesdays. I vowed before I’d never eat there again after lame service and feeling gross from the food. But, this wouldn’t be the first vow I’d broken. So we went. Shrimp fajitas sounded good. A margarita…maybe. But, it was not good. My kid didn’t really eat much of hers. Mine tasted alright but not good enough to to make up for the guilt I felt for consuming probably 1000 calories for lunch. Guess I’ll skip dinner. The service was stupid and slow I had to ask for A, B and C twice. What they hell is wrong with people. We were like, one of two or three tables in the place. I used to waitress. I know when it’s hard. Anyway, I left feeling unsatisfied, dirty and gross and my hands smelled horrible from the drippy fajita juices.

“Let me just pop into Walgreens real quick,” I told my kid and we did. I trolled around the healthcare aisles but no ipecac readily available. Should I ask, should I not ask? No. Don’t ask. Then, on an endcap I saw these cheesy little fountains. The label said “Wow! Just $5″ I thought, aw, that’s a cute thing we can use with our animal and block set-ups. My kid would probably think the water running from the little spout into the cauldron and making the whirry flowing sound is really cool. “That looks…relaxing…” the teenage checkout guy said, like he knew it was a terrible, old-lady trinket, awful purchase. A plastic, made-in-China fountain. But it would delight my kid. I knew it would. “She’ll get a kick out of it,” I told him, motioning in my kid’s direction.

But now, I am back home with a bloated belly and a broken fountain (did it ever work?) but a beautiful kid, thank jah. After the bloat fades I am going to do some cardio to try to sweat out my frustration and start fresh tomorrow.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Being the best mom I can be, by focusing on other things

Following up on my recent posts where I've been trying to figure out what to do, who to be, I am again creating a point of closure here, which I hopefully can live up to, adhere to, in order to make room to do the things I need to do.

The best idea for achieving a work-life balance, for me, will be to work for myself and continue to build my business. So, to that end, I am re-dedicating myself to my design career. This means not wasting time debating SAHM vs working on the web, not wasting time worrying about what the feminists are saying or doing, this means spending my time working or figuring out how to work better, nourishing my creativity, building my skills.

I have felt a rising level of anxiety for some time. There is no specific crisis or nothing so majorly big in my life that I can pinpoint. Just a general sense of concern. Part of it now may be being in a funk for missing my man and having anxiety about what the future holds for me as a working mom who wants a good life balance and who will not make my child number two on the list of priorities. OK, well, maybe I am on to a little something there, and maybe that ties into a bigger matter of anxiety. I have felt a lot of anxiety lately of womens issues and things on TV, the web, the news. I don't want to get into it here, I don't want to take the time, I just feel like the best thing for me to do is focus on making my life the best it can be. If I was to dig in and focus on these bigger, world-wide issues, I would feel so overwhelmed and horrible. That's not to say I don't care (about the plight of women in other countries, about how our own Western society seems in decline as we place everything—money—above children and family) but I have to just be as good a mother as I can be and find ways within my own realm to show kindness and be a good person.

So, what can I really dig into and hang onto that's material and that can actually help me be a better mom by empowering me to have a good work-life balance? Bolster my skills so that I can build my business.

I am less angry.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Transitioning: Not supermom

I have to say I am changing my tune about the whole “mommy wars” thing. While I have said time and again that I think it’s best to stay home with a baby, I fully intend to be working more when my child is in school. I'm faced with having to contrast that with those mothers who decide to be full-on stay-at-home moms, forever, and then homeschool, too…well, I can’t "compete" with that. I used to think I was doing the greatest thing for my kid, staying home before she was school age—oh, the dedication, oh, the love—but here’s this person who is clearly going to do so. much. more….but something I could never do. I am beginning to understand the inferiority moms feel when they use daycare and others blast them for doing so, and then the feeling of picking yourself up and saying, no, I am just doing what’s right for my family…and so, everyone has their own journey and their own threshold of what they can do and what they can give…that's what I'm going to do, albeit on a different time table.

I believe that if you give your baby and young child a firm foundation, you gradually let them go over the years, and to me, this means sending them to school when they're school age (I am not against homeschooling and I think it's cool for many, but it is not for me, and my husband would definitely not be on board, first and foremost). It's funny now, because I have so much pride (not haughty pride, like when the Bible talks about it as a sin, but healthy pride, if you can believe in that) in staying home with my kid as a baby and young child, and now I wonder, am I going to be ashamed or feel some weird competition that I'm not doing enough if I don't stay home FOREVER. At the same time, having only one child and having them in school the better part of the day, it doesn't make sense for me NOT to work when she is older. My goal is to achieve a good work-life balance so that I can be there for her after school, not make her go to the after school programs at least til she is older and into the school groove for a few years, not as a kindergartner or first grader...but I do think I need to do some kind of work for money as she gets older (at least what I do now, very likely more). Anyway, I am now beginning to feel some of the defensiveness of moms who send their babies to daycare when I compare myself with other moms who are never going to work at all. BUT, the key, really, will be the work-life balance. Making it real, not just some vague catch phrase.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Transitioning: Erudio Interruptus

A while back I wrote about transitioning to working from home. While I've worked part-time from home ever since my child was born over three years ago, I've always felt like a "stay-at-home-mom" anyway. I know, though, that my days as a SAHM are numbered. It won't end next month or even next year, but in upcoming years—kindergarten, first grade (?) my child is going to be in school several hours a day and it just doesn't make sense for me not to work. Besides, my husband thinks we need the money. He is less of a "living with less" scrabbler than I am, on one hand, even though he is, in reality more frugal than me, I know, if I had to, I could cut back. He is more concerned about retirement, nice vacations, paying for our kid's college. I guess I am on board with those needs for money, too. But, after all, we are dealing with all those things now, even on my more limited salary, and so I feel less urgency to give more of myself over to earning wages. Not because I am lazy, but because I want to be a good mom.

This leads to my big quandary to be faced when it comes time to ramp up. How can I hold a job that brings in the money I "deserve" (so to speak) that utilizes my skills, but that is not so demanding that I cannot make my kid my priority? I don't want her to go to afterschool programs (if she doesn't want to, and certainly not in kindergarten). I don't want her to have to go to day camp all day in the summer (if she doesn't want to...maybe she will want to?). But, I do want to work for money.

The Radical Homemakers ethos appeals to me. Cut back. Be frugal. Grown your own veggies. Put them up. Live on less. Don't be a slave to the extractive economy. However, I do enjoy graphic design and communications quite a bit and it is a good wage-earning career. And I'm crunchy and non-materialistic, but I don't know how ready I am to go that far off the grid. My husband is a good barometer of sensibility and I don't know how on board he'd be with that, either. Balance, is important to me, too. I guess the very word "radical" moves away from the idea of "balance" on one hand, but on the other, maybe the way the world is is so off balance that we need something radical to put it back in balance. Anyway, I'll do my part, but I still am going to have to work.

One idea I have is to continue to work as an independent consultant–a freelancer. I worry about what would happen if I lost by biggest client. I guess I would get more clients. I wonder if I could get enough to make enough. It's nice that I have the safety net of my husband's steady job, that's true. But, I want to be solid, as well. It's possible to do this on my own, as a consultant. Or, maybe, by then, there will be a turning in the culture of work and it will be possible to get a job that's, say, 30 hours a week or something. I just don't want to be like the so many middle class people I hear about who are scrambling around juggling hectic schedules and having their kids fall through the cracks.

My concern about this of late even got me to considering, for like a day, getting a Master's in Education and becoming a teacher. I figured the hours would be great for a mom. Most of the information I got from those in the field who I polled said otherwise. My brother said, "If, as you admitted, your interest in becoming a professional early childhood, elementary, or secondary educator is to improve or seek a 'work-life balance' that appeals to someone wanting more flexibility in their family life, your motives are at great risk of resulting in disappointment. While the "value to society" motive is a driving force, it sometimes—make that often times—has become a divisive element in my home. I do not have any free time."

My husband, who was a teacher in his past life said, "You say it would be good as a mother, but I completely disagree. It's a profession that goes way beyond the hours of 9-5, and dealing with kids all day may zap you of the energy and enthusiasm you need to share with you onw in the evening. When I was teaching, I always said I didn't think I could deal with kids all day, then have to go home and deal with my own...that I'd either have to quit teaching, or never have kids. But that's me...Sorry for throwing in my two cents, but it's a topic that I have very strong feelings about...not that I'm trying to control you, but rather from my very own experiences in teaching that made me a very, very unhappy person for quite some time."

A friend said, "The idea of being a positive influence in kids lives is pretty uplifting...but in actuality, i'm with your husband. I personally don't like it. I also think it depends on what you want to teach. I think that elementary vs. high school is something to consider. I was an elementary (young-2/3rd grades) and it's very draining. He's right, you don't have much free time, and even when you're not in school working, you feel like you should be. I imagine High School is very different in the day to day teaching, but the same outside of school...always feeling like you should be grading papers, lesson planning, etc. It can also be very frustrating, as there are many demands put on you outside of your actual 'job' of teaching...paper work and such."

Another said, "I'm still struggling to find that work-life balance. I haven't been too successful as of yet, but I am still a relatively new teacher, so I'm hoping this year will calm down a little more for me. I work 12 or more hour days most days. For me, the balance has come in the summer and in the plentiful vacation time that I get. Yes, I am off by 3:00 every day, but there are papers, lesson plans, paperwork, bulletin boards, tests, phone calls, etc etc to do. You are never done. There are some teachers who manage to walk out the door at 3:02, but honestly, they are not the type of teacher you would probably want to be. The first two years are hell."

OK. So. Not gonna do it.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

The problem of motherhood being politicized

I work for clients, for money, and you could say I run my own business as an independent consultant, so I may not be the one feminists criticize when they criticize stay-at-home moms or "housewives." But although I bring in 25-30% of our household income (not an insignificant portion), I do identify as a SAHM and, to some extent, a housewife. I'm not sure why I identify as such, especially given that when my child is school age I intend to work more in pursuits outside of the home, for money. I think part of it may be the way that I was raised—by a SAHM, as well as the value I put on a mother being highly involved in the earliest years of a child's life that necessitates, at least for a period of time, the prioritizing of home and children over career. So, even if I did not have this golden opportunity to work part time from home while raising my child in her early years, I would choose to be at home and take the financial and ego and career hit because I do think the kid is more important and there's no substitute suitable for my child, for whom I want the best.

It angers me, then, to read the views of Nancy J. Hirschman, and fellow feminists, who, in various ways, over-complicate some things that I feel are pretty common sense and basic: First, that many (if not most) women would want to nurture their small children and build a home, if they could afford not to go to work when the child is very young—unless they, of course, have been brainwashed by feminism to think that this is a non-progressive choice and actually care about such things more than the welfare of their children. Second, that a young child is truly best cared for in a home setting, with a parent (their parent, preferably, and in my opinion, their mother, as the top preference, certainly for those under a year who should be breastfeeding) providing their care and nurturing. Third, that life is long and a woman can choose to take a 3-5 year "sabbatical" to care for her young child and get him or her off to a strong start, then jump back in and build, or rebuild her career or a new vocation/profession.

(For those women who would choose to have more than one or two children, I'd say they would really have to be able to carve more time than the 3-5 years out, then, and a career might not be as realistic for a while, or forever, if you're going to do right by your kids, as more children require more of your time and attention, naturally. Further, in today's ecological climate I bristle a bit at those who choose to have several children. I wonder about their environmental awareness, their awareness of the level of attention children need and their hubris in thinking they are either so great they can handle it or they are so great that it is somehow their right to overpopulate the world with their wonderful seed. But, that is another post, and I digress...and I must be careful not to judge—too harshly—and I realize that last bit was pretty judgmental).

The staunches of these essayists call for "true feminists" to put their babies in daycare so they can carry the torch for the sisterhood. Equal pay, workplace rights, etc. etc. are more important than their children, who can easily be cared for by a low-wage daycare worker or nanny or whatever. Especially the well-educated should do this. They should not squander their education. Thing is, why work if you don't have to? Moreover, why work if you don't want to (and don't need to)? This post is going to run out of steam because I'm already on to other things, but I felt like I needed to sort of get this one out and get it posted so if anyone was interested they could see the link and read the essays.

There is a good one up there by Shannon Hayes, author of Radical Homemakers, a book I read recently, coincidentally, that has all kinds of inspirational stuff about breaking away from the work-a-day world of the extractive economy and instead doing work that builds up the "Earth Community." In her essay, she says "The Real Battle is Elsewhere" and this really resonates with me. She says, "Worrying about the fight for equality in an extractive economy is like attempting to save a sinking ship by mending a sail. Neither sex is winning the fight. "

And, she says, "The race to see who can bring home more of them has left us bereft as a nation. We lead the world in reckless consumption, we are in the midst of a depression epidemic, we are no longer one of the healthiest populations, we work more hours than residents of most other industrialized countries, and we have one of the highest school dropout rates in the industrialized world.

The sad irony is that as we worry about who gets to climb higher and earn more money, income disparity grows larger, and, for most, the bottom line never seems to improve. Household net worth dropped dramatically in recent years, and Americans’ personal savings rates currently hover at just above a paltry 3 percent.

I agree with Hirschmann that negotiation for shared domestic responsibility is important. But it seems that the scorekeepers are always authorities external to ourselves—especially employers who stand to gain from our struggles to prove who will be the more loyal slave."

The problem is when you politicize something like motherhood and take it beyond the individual relationships and try to make it a weapon in some wage war for equality, you destroy individuals' rights to do what they want to do. Isn't feminism about women doing what they want to do and not being forced to do something else? Children and mothers shouldn't be victims (again) in labor wars. It seems many in America (who are actually working) are overworked and are compelled either by some intrinsic competitive pathology or by fear of unemployment to be squeezed by employers. That, and they work too many hours because American corporate culture is highly wasteful (another digression, another post, a great conversation among experts on this on the NYT website).

For my part, I feel like I am lucky, during my kid's early years, to have a husband who makes most of the money, allowing me to have a more laid-back job from home, but who is still is very hands-on with our kid when he is home. When she is older, I will ramp back up with the outside earnings (we often joke, too, about me being a VP—because I am to some extent ambitious—and him staying a steadfast civil servant with lots of vacation time to spend with her).

Again, one of the things that bothers me so much about some of the feminist rhetoric is that it ignores that there are seasons to life and that staying home with a small child does not necessarily mean a woman is finished with pursuing any kind of career forever. In fact, I think the difficulty of jumping back in is often over-stated by hard-core feminists (either that, or I am just not aiming for that high-level of a career when I do go back, actually).

Going back to work has been on my mind alot, lately, which I'll address in another post. But, for now, I cherish my time at home and know I am doing a wonderful thing for my daughter.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

What does yoga mean to me?

I came across an article in the NYT that showed a side of yoga I don't really know. I mean, it's not that hard for me to see that this side would be out there, that it would exist, but I guess it's just not on my radar. It makes sense that anything people enjoy could also become a source for business and enterprise, but it's just not what yoga means to me.

The article opens saying "There is so much going on in John Friend’s life right now that an assistant once teased him about waking just before dawn and calling to ask for coffee, only to be reminded that he, Friend, was in Quito, Munich or Seoul, while the assistant was back at home base in the Woodlands, a cushy suburb north of Houston."

That's funny. Too busy, too crazy, scattered. The exact opposite of what yoga is supposed to be. To me.

I do yoga in any old comfortable clothes, in my house, with a DVD, while my kids plays around me. It brings me peace. It gets my blood flowing. It cleanses me, centers me, balances me. I need this. Alot.

I don't get the expensive classes, retreats and gear. Yoga is almost like brushing my teeth, but more special. Maybe it's like a religion, too. People go on religious retreats, I guess. But, for me, it's just a part of my day I really love that I need to use to keep me on track, mentally, physically and spiritually.

Monday, April 12, 2010

On the other hand...

You know what...at first I was more of a free-market mind about this and critical of it. Why should businesses have to toe a line, etc. etc. etc? But after reading comments on other articles covering the story and in the same reading session seeing news of child brides in the Middle East and other countries who die or are abused, it really hit me that...WE NEED THIS (breastfeeding legislation). I wish we didn't need it. I wish people naturally treated women (humans in general) with decency because it was the right and humane thing to do. I wish people automatically treated breastfeeding women with dignity and didn't go out of their way to make them feel awkward and ashamed, but after reading women's experiences expressed in comments and reading some of the snide and nasty things the public has to say about breastfeeding, it is clear that, yes, we do need legislation to force people to behave decently. The child-bride thing comes in because, it seems to me, that women's lowly place in these cultures and the corresponding economic dependency plays a big role in creating a society that condones these young girls to live unfulfilled lives of sadness (and in many cases abuse) with old, lecherous men....so, I've changed my tune to some extent.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Breastfeeding: Don't try this at home

Be careful what you wish for.

In my view, this sentence sums up much of what feminism has brought society in the past 30-40 years. Women can now hold jobs next to men and the majority do. But, all these women in the workforce have contributed to an economy that, for many families, demands that they work, along with their husbands, just to keep a middle-class household afloat, unless they can do some very good planning, serious budgeting or things fall into place just so. Yes, now we women can play with the big boys. We can do anything we want. Great. But, equal opportunity does not mean equal expression or equal execution.

The latest "victory" is a stipulation in the health care bill requiring companies with more than 50 employees to provide a space for nursing mothers of children less than a year old to pump their milk. The space has to meet certain requirements: 4x6 feet, electrical outlet, sink, private, etc. One on hand, I like that it will be easier for women to get breast milk to their babies, but on the other hand, I lament that many women are away from their babies during the first year of the babies' lives and I question the repercussions the legislation will have on business and employees.

How did it ever come to this? A woman, her new baby in another room somewhere, being looked after by some other person, sits attached to a machine that pumps milk out of her body. She then stores it in bottles that will later be used to feed the baby. Now she can get back to work. Does this strike anyone else as kind of inhumane and weird?

I never took to pumping. I admire women who do it, to some extent, because I find it so offputting and I know I am very fortunate to have been able to not be separated from my baby in a way that would necessitate pumping. I was offered an extra pump by a friend with the suggestion that it would give me freedom. I could get away for a few hours more than I would without the pump. Something just didn't appeal to me about it. I never looked back. It was going to be just me and my baby. Together. On demand. That was what I was meant to do for this first year or so of her life. I later tried a hand-held manual pump when she transitioned to solid foods, thinking that I could mix some in with food for her and make breastmilk creations...but that didn't take off for us either.

Breastmilk has been shown to have many health benefits for babies, but I have to wonder, is it just the milk? It strikes me as unnatural and strange that we now think it is a great idea to suck the milk out of a woman with a machine and have someone else feed it to her baby from a bottle. We finally have our freedom. We don't have to be tied to our babies, at home. But, it's like the mom doesn't even matter. We just need to get the milk out of her. Well, I like to think that I matter to my baby, now my child, that it's not just a matter of her getting the milk. Call me narcissistic.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

So much ambivalance

I work from home doing consulting, so I guess my story is a little different. And my husband has pretty extreme job security. And, we saved big time for several years before having a kid so could live off our savings for over a year if we had to…yeah, unique in this economy, I suppose, but at the same time, nothing a little planning couldn’t provide many people. I think it’s a little over-stated the myth of how far back you’ll be staying home for a few years…if you can work part time from home, or you can read up/study/keep in the loop in your profession (which you should) maybe do some pro bono or volunteer work that relates to your field, you will be alright. No, you haven’t been on the climb those years you’re out, but you still have a foot in the game. Of course, there are myriad different situations people have and I’m in no position to justify or give advice to all of them, I just think that in this day and age too many people *assume* they have to do the childcare thing when, if they thought things through, they really may not have to. Also, I’m not one to hedge bets on my marriage failing (another big argument the feminists have). In my life, I “go all in”. I go all in to my marriage, I go all in with my kid. I don’t hedge my bets.

So I was thinking about my last post and rereading and realize that maybe I am a big a-hole. It does sound like I live a pretty charmed and easy life. So I am going to just shut up. Maybe other people don’t have it so easy (much of which I think they may bring upon themselves…but I don’t know and I should not judge). So, OK, work if you want, formula feed, whatever, sleep train. It’s not for me, but I’m not you…

Why is talk of our children 'taboo' in the business world?

I'm a "work at home" mom to a young one now, but someday, when my kid's a little older I will probably go back to being a salary slave to someone else's operation, unless I decide to grow my business and continue working for myself. So, I really enjoyed these musings in the Wash Post about "one of the deep cultural rifts of our time"...where the write notes that "the business of raising humans is an inextricable part of our daily world, whether we're parents or not. And, too often, we shun writing or even talking about it because our workplace culture doesn't want to hear that every coin has two sides." I'm beginning to see things in new ways myself...

Yeah.



Thursday, March 25, 2010

Is motherhood a form of oppression?

OK...so I just had to resurface to address this latest blip on the madness meter:

http://women.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/women/article7070165.ece

First let me answer: NO

I felt like I had to at least acknowledge and express my eye rolling displeasure at this, especially having hinted at the notion that maybe the French have some better insights on life than we Americans. And my always reverential recollection of Paul Krugman's column from a few years ago espousing 'French Family Values'...I am now doubting this...but should we really generalize, anyway?

I think this old bat, Elisabeth Badinter is full of 'merde'. Maybe me being German and Lithuanian predisposes me to the die mutter/earth mother archetype, but it's what makes me happy.

What's oppressive is an economy that makes it "necessary" for two adults to work full time to run a middle-class household...I blame bad policy making and I blame feminism to some extent.

No Western women are oppressed by motherhood! What a joke. You want to go back to work, you go. You want to formula-feed, or combo-feed or whatever, fine. Disposable diapers are still on the shelves and easily had. What's the problem? People do exactly what they want to do.

I am one of the crunchy types who finds great happiness in having breastfed my kid past two years old, never used a pump, just brought her everywhere in my cool sling til I was comfortable leaving her with a sitter, worked from home part time, co-slept (in her bed, separate from the bed I share with my husband) and who switched to cloth diapers after getting acclimated to the baby first. It's all been no big deal. Some women just whine about everything. Challenging at times, sure, but I enjoyed my beer and wine once she was a couple months old (wasn't sure about drinking while breastfeeding a newborn) and have always had an active sex life w my husband (thank you natural birth/no episiotomy/quick recovery).

I think Madame Badinter has a very outdated view of motherhood! Feminism, man-hating and baby-hating is so ugly!

What is most troubling to me, and I have to say, a little surprising, is all the comments on various U.S. websites that are sympathetic to what she is saying, other than the smoking, of course, and feel so oppressed by the crunchy/AP-leaning parenting "culture". I don't understand why people would feel oppressed by what is a minority movement at best. Furthermore, I don't understand what is so hard about these things, anyway. Not every day is a picnic, but why are women always so put upon. Lighten the fuck up!

You want to get heavy about something, take a look at places where women are truly oppressed...like, kept from going to school, raped by militias when they're going to get water for their families, where the legal system makes is OK for their families to kill them if they're dishonored. These Western feminists should be ashamed.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

*Really* clearing out the clutter

I thought after wrapping up my auction responsibilities I'd feel a weight lifted off my shoulders, but it wasn't that simple. I had lingering anxieties the rest of the day after dropping the goods off, and they lingered into the weekend, just not feeling that well. Now, of course I don't attribute all of that (or much at this point) to the auction. But I have to cut it away and move on, and with this, I will finish up this blog.

"Mommy Blogs" were featured in a recent New York Times piece on its Motherlode blog and it was neat to read, sort of; sort of depressing, too. I don't feel like I gained any sense of community from my blogging and it really only took time away from me being with my child, earning money or doing other things IRL (that's "in real life" for those few who may still be unfamiliar with the parlance). At times, maybe it's been therapeutic, at times, it's just been an exercise in me spouting forth my oh-so-superior opinion, cushioned gently with the occasional lament that I know nothing.

Well, enough! My kid is almost three. I like doing actual stuff with her. And when I'm not doing stuff with her I need to be either working out or working toward building my business or professional skills so I can ramp up in a couple years when she's in kindergarten. And if not those activities, I need to be all namaste and stuff, working on loving my fellow (wo)man. Being absorbed in the mommy blogosphere does not lend itself to these pursuits, for me. On top of that, it actually is bad for me, I think. I feel isolated and embarrassed (before whom, I don't know) of my obsession to always check to see if there are any hot issues being discussed about which I might insert my wonderful opinion. And where does it get me? More often that not people complain that my opinion is too harsh or too strong or I express it the wrong way or whatever.

The places I frequent online seem like they're just filled with women who want their weaknesses validated and they don't want any real discourse on issues. People just want everyone to be nice. It's not OK to think that moms, if at all possible, should breastfeed from their breast, as long as possible. It's not OK to think that moms, if at all possible, should stay home with their pre-school age children. Everyone is all about validating everyone's choices. Well, to me, that's BORING. So I am done. I'm going to try and nurture some friendships close to home for me and my daughter, with the few people left around here who are actually home during the day. (Many of my friends work, bless them, because they have to...but that does leave me kinda lonely and I am a little pissed for that.)

I went for a long, long run yesterday, mostly in the rain. It was like 18 miles or so. I was supposed to do 20, but my feet ended up being completely wet and they were starting to hurt in a blistery kind of way. I kept thinking while I was running that I need to let the rain wash away my sense of something-not-quite-right, anxiety or whatever it was I was feeling. It sort of did, but now I have to take a definitive step on my own. And, really, it's mostly for me, because, if there's one thing I can guess after seeing the myriad mommy blogs posted in the comments of the NYT story it's that nobody cares. But, that's cool.

So now for a few last thoughts:

1) Yesterday, I started reading a book that's now a couple years old called "The Maternal is Political." I want to try and understand other women more, but so far it's just made me angry. The second chapter, I think, was a DC professional who'd hired a nanny from Bolivia and she was going on about how immigration is a mothers' issue and how it's turned her, a white suburban girl into an activist. She said she needed this Bolivian nanny as much as the nanny needed her. She told of how this nanny had left her country and her own child so she could come to the U.S. and try to cobble together a better life for them. The nanny had left an abusive husband and left her daughter with her grandparents. Now, I hesitate to judge that nanny. She had a desperate situation and she did the best she could, I suppose. But the thing that struck me about it was this DC professional who'd said in her essay that the nanny was doing all this very important stuff for her child. It's the nanny who "...rocks her to sleep, calms her fears and swings her high in the air"...has instilled in her the joy of a good belly laugh, the abandon of dancing the salsa, the knowledge of how to ride the bus across town, the thrilling terror of a new adventure..." It's the nanny who "...taught [her] the pledge of allegiance...rehearsed with [her] the name of our president, the colors of our flag..." All this makes me feel sad and weird. Both women felt that they had something more important to do than raise their own children. And this is something I simply do not understand. And I can't write about it anymore because I sound cruel, and I'm not a cruel person. But I just don't understand it. So I need to move away from it.

2) I am lonely. I am mad that there aren't more stay at home moms/work at home moms for me to connect with. But, I blame myself for not finding them, so I am turning my efforts toward that and away from the internet.

3) I am cured of any "depression" or mental issues I may have been bothered by in the past few years. I think that maybe it was all part of becoming a mom and also that it's often pretty challenging to have a baby and care for a baby. I'm not foolish enough to think that my parenting and/or life challenges are over, but to anyone still reading this, who may be going through craziness with a, say, 1.5 to 2.5 year old...I'd say, it gets alot easier. Well, at least for me it did! And now, I am going to go enjoy it.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Clearing out the clutter: UPDATE

Well, here is a picture of my work over the last couple of hours (and some more yesterday putting together the crazy box and arranging the stuff...and moving the baby car seat and bench seat in our car to make sure the damn thing will fit).


I have to say I am a little bit proud and feel kind of tender toward it. Maybe some people like stuff like this and will enjoy it. OK. I am not really a crafty person. I like to work on computers, not with poster board and glue and all that it took to make this look like it does. And, it's not that great...it's a little amateurish. But, I think it will go over well. So, maybe I should just have a nicer attitude about it all. I even had some chances to engage my kid while I worked on it, thank goodness.

Clearing out the clutter

In my living room right now is a 63 gallon deck storage box filled with a bunch of plastic toys and other junk. All this stuff was donated by parents of my kid's preschool class for a fund-raising auction I have been gradually roped into doing more and more tasks for. Soon, it will be gone from my living room, and I can't wait—but first I have to decorate it.

Now, as I blogged about before, I am all for getting involved in the kids' schools and lending a helping hand. And, really, at the end of the day, having all this crap in my house for a week or so, schlepping to the store for supplies to round it out and schlepping it to the country club (gag!) to drop it off is really not that big of a deal. But, I have to admit, the focus on all the stuff is rubbing me the wrong way, and I question whether the results are everything I would hope for.

I wrote in my past post about how participating in these school activities builds community, but I guess I am a little disappointed in how that's been working out this time around. I was left off a key e-mail about an early meeting and then brought in at the last minute. And, a couple times when I've seen these moms who are in charge of this at school, who know each other better than me, they still continue to talk amongst themselves without making an effort to give me an entreƩ into the conversation. One just barrels around blabbing on her cell phone and gives a nod. OK. Now I know I am sounding like one of those overly sensitive women that annoy me so much, but I'm just sayin'.

I got involved in this thing in the first place because one of my friends/acquaintances in the neighborhood mentioned that they needed someone to do graphic design for save-the-date postcards and the auction catalog. I thought it would be a fun way to get involved and help and also give some exposure to my business. I would also agree to try and get the materials printed for free or deeply discounted through my business contacts.

At the first meeting I went to, red flags went off in my head as I sat through an explanation of how committee members are supposed to go forth into the community and solicit donations. Not my thing. They said you could ask for donations at all the places you usually went shopping, or where you got your hair cut or massages, etc. They mentioned you could give things away that you might have two of. For example one lady got her parents a GPS for Christmas, but it turned out they already had one so maybe she would donate this $150 GPS. (I get my hair cut about three times a year and a massage maybe once or twice a year, maybe. And I don't buy my parents $150 gifts and if I had an extra one, I'd return it and get my money back. Who are these people, I wondered. What kind of wild-spending bourgeois crowd am I posing in?) They also said on the day of the auction they all hire babysitters (often their husbands take the day off work, they say...seriously????) so they can set up. I knew right then and there that that level of involvement would not be for me, but I still wanted to help with the graphics. I said as much, very politely, but somehow I got cajoled into soliciting donations and coordinating the aforementioned class "basket" of plastic junk, as well. No problem, whatev. But, I am not doing set up day of. I have paid client work I need to do! Once I get rid of this box and deliver the catalogs I coordinated, I am done. I am superwoman and can always find time to do my part. Many of these ladies are doing so much more. But, I say, each person makes a choice of what they want to do, each person should be able to give of their time and talents as they see appropriate. So, I will not be doing anything other than the graphics next year, if asked, and I will stand firm.

Now, back to the stuff. This is my real philosophical problem with the whole event. Like I said, I can deal with the stupid busy-work and things that aren't really me or my style. But, the attainment and exchange of all this junk just bugs me like crazy. Does anyone really need $200 worth of random plastic yard toys, balls, bubbles, chintzy glassware, drink mix, and more plastic, plastic, plastic stuff in their lives? (And that's just one class basket, there is so much more!) I guess they do because those involved seem stoked about this, unless they are just faking it like me. The whole notion of shopping as entertainment, which is what an auction of this sort is about, also is something I don't like. It's like a bunch of people with too much wealth are just shuffling their wealth back and forth. If the school needs money, aren't there other things we can do that are more satisfying? Or, maybe they could just raise the tuition a little and we could do other activities together as moms that would be more edifying—maybe like simple things, like volunteering in a way that could involve our kids more and teach them and all of us about other people who might actually need stuff?

A final thing about this that's gotten on my nerves is that its taken time away from me spending it with my child. And, after all, that's the most important thing to me.

I'm probably just being bitchy. But that's me, and I'm entitled. I am also entitled after this learning experience of participation this year, to clear the clutter from my life—both literally and metaphorically—and opt not to do it next year.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Yoga mats won't solve your stress issues—but actually DOING yoga might

I came across a post on Slate's Double X blog the other day that was a great intersection of some of my most keen interests—work-life balance, feminism and yoga! The headline was "Yoga Mats Won't Solve Your Stress Issues" and the HTML title to the web page was "Buying things won't keep you from stressing out"; both intriguing titles that may misrepresent the point the poster was trying to make, but that play nicely into a point I would make.

First, about the post: It springboards from a recent New York Times Magazine piece, "Depression’s Upside," arguing that the contemporary norm of alleviating the discomfort of depression through drugs short-cuts the important problem-solving process we need to go through to attack why we’re sad. The post asks "Could the same be said about stress?" And points to an article in Feminism & Psychology that makes a similar case—that efforts to stamp out women's stress ignores the very real problems that are stressing us out, namely working for a living while running a household. What's more, when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy, so women's stress also can have deleterious effects on the kids and husbands in our lives.

Double X's post says "She’s got to remain calm at all costs. Thus, responsible women are on a perpetual quest for so-called 'balance,' which, of course, is impossible to achieve." And, according to the Fem/Psych piece, society is telling women they can resolve work-family tensions by fixing themselves. “As long as women are increasingly helped to view stress—and their own emotional reactions to it—as the enemy to be vanquished, possibilities for widespread social critique and social action will be effaced.” Double X says, "Women see their stress as a personal problem and not a structural one, such as lack of family friendly workplace policies or affordable housing... it would be nice if the few things that busy women did for themselves [to relieve their stress] weren’t regarded as a new category of 'work.'"

Now, I agree that women, working moms in particular, are stressed. Who could deny that? Recent pieces/blogs in the Washington Post and New York Times dealt with this, and I became fully absorbed in them, almost like watching a horror movie, reading about these tales of endless days, endless chores and no light at the end of the tunnel. A big feature in the Washington Post magazine really delved into the harried lives of working moms, with one woman's personal account of where her time goes. Especially troubling was the Washington Post piece talking about how some people actually lose money by working, by the time they are done paying for childcare. Ouch! Thing is, I am one of the lucky ones, as I am not particularly stressed, anymore.

How did I become un-stressed? I have to credit yoga. It could be something else, too, but I do think yoga has so much to do with it and its the biggest, most clear change I've made. Ever since January of this year, I've been doing about a half hour of yoga 5-6 mornings a week (basically just skipping the day I go running for 2-3 hours, because I just feel too selfish doing all that). It makes alot of difference in my mood. You may remember, I had some rough times with stress previously then finally recognized that things were getting really bad late last year (although I approached that post mostly with good humor). I started out doing yoga as a tool for my weight loss efforts because I thought that doing something to focus my mind and my intentions for the day before mindlessly stuffing random food into my mouth for breakfast would help me make better food choices. Also, it would be a way to start the day with at least a little exercise that would be OK if it was interrupted by my small child (unlike cardio and such, where you need to keep your heart rate up, etc.) And, maybe, just maybe by kid would join with me in some of the poses or at least the spirit of it, and it would be a togetherness thing. It all worked out just like I hoped.

Of course, my child sometimes interrupts me when I'm doing yoga, but as a general rule, I don't stop what I'm doing unless it's an emergency or it's during a transitional pose or something really quick. I do talk to her, if she talks to me, responding to her chatter and such, but it's all very pleasant and I still feel that I reap the benefits of doing yoga. I still am moving my body in a deliberate, yet flowing, way, that stretches me physically, emotionally and mentally and makes me feel so good. I still am paying attention to my breath. I still know I am doing something with a centuries-old, sacred tradition and that if I am going to be mean or bitchy or petty that that is dishonoring this tradition. The tradition of yoga reminds me, with its opening and closing greeting or wish "namaste" that I am part of the universe and all of the universe is within me, and so I better be nice and not hate because what I am hating is in me, too. But I don't think of all this consciously at the surface, it's just kind of there, deep within. And no, I am not perfect. I still lose my temper with my kid sometimes and I still bitch at my husband, but I do it much less and I feel I am on a gentle ramp up to more peace and acceptance as each day goes along.

It took me a long time to like yoga. I tried it many times in various forms and it never really took completely til recently. I think its because this was when my life needed it most, and, because I found a really good, capsulized routine that worked for me. I had the DVD for a few years and tried it now and then, but only recently did it click. For me, it's the perfect routine because it's simple enough for me to lose myself in the breaths and the flow, but it's athletic enough for me to actually feel things and the poses aren't held too long to the point of boredom or discomfort. That, and the fact that it's only about 40 minutes, and there are decent breaks in the flow at 20 minutes, 25 minutes and 30 and 35 minutes, if you have less time. The DVD is the Crunch Perfect Yoga Workout and I do the "Fat Burning" one. Seriously. I love it.

Doing something specific for yourself that takes you out of your usual mode and that you know if good for you can do wonders for your attitude and can give you alot of hope. For me, this is yoga. For someone who doesn't run already, it could be running. (I already ran and so I needed something else, and something with a more spiritual side, although I can find alot of peace in running, too.) I would argue that every person, no matter how busy, can find a half hour a day if they want to.

As to the idea that yoga or other earnest forms of stress-relief are just a band-aid and don't solve the real social problems that are at the core of why women are so stressed, I'd say that you still have to make it through the day. And frankly, when I dwell too much on the large problems of the world, that gets me down and I feel helpless. Let's face it, some of these things are just too big, too complicated, and we have to make it through the day and try to do it with some joy and grace, right? We do need to take care of ourselves first, and at the same time we need to be tuned in to the fact that if we are, honestly, stressed out all the time, that it's just not sustainable. I do believe in working toward bigger social goals that we may be interested in, like gentler workplace policies (for all people, not just families, everyone needs work-life balance) but in the mean time, we do need to take care of ourselves. And, perhaps dropping out a little from the rat race, whenever and wherever possible, instead of this madness of always striving for more and keeping up with the Joneses, is a way of passive resistance that can, over time, effect social change. Maybe doing yoga or participating in some other kind of mindful practice that has nothing to do with paying the bills or keeping up in society would provide the mental cleanse women needed to empower themselves further. Just think, if all these stressed out working moms just said NO, all at once, to being over-extended, what would happen?

Full disclosure: To many, I may not qualify as a woman who would be stressed out, so my reflections may be discounted. On the other hand, my situation may also be viewed as an example of what might be, if one so chose. I do not work full time outside the home at this point in my life. I have a pre-school age child and I work part-time from home. I do not outsource childcare, but she does attend a low-key neighborhood preschool 8 hours a week. I work on average 15 hours a week, sometimes up to 20. For this, I recognize, I am pretty lucky. At the same time, I worked to set the situation up, and, we live a little differently than some peers who have two full-time incomes. On the other hand, in this economy, we are also better off than many who are scrambling to get by on two full-time incomes. It's not for me to solve all the complicated issues at play in the world, just for me to do the best I can within my own framework and approach others with compassion and understanding.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Some things never change, but maybe they should

It's been a while since I've blogged here. I have been working hard on work-work and weight loss and other things. Even though I previously said here I was no longer trying to lose weight (of course, at that time, I was about 15 lbs less than when I reached my most dreadful weight, just shy of my full-term pregnancy poundage, in November 2009) I came into it again with new fervor and have actually lost almost 20 lbs. since the end of 2009. I want to lose about 10-12 more and am on track to do so. It just took some brain-changing, mathematics and work. More on that later.

Now, back to why I want to blog again about mom stuff: I think I'm good at it.

I went back to read some of my posts after being reminded of the harder days of child raising—the period between 1 and 2 years old—by some other posts on Babble.com, mostly about Attachment Parenting (AP) and co-sleeping vs. sleep training. The poster was questioning her adherence to AP because she was having trouble with her 1 year old, and I knew what she meant, although I never really set out to criticize AP in my posts. Maybe because I was never a strict believer or adherent to "the faith." I've always been a mish-masher, take what you like from things, discard the rest kind of person, and its no different with my parenting style. I've made some mistakes, sure, but overall, I'm happy with the outcome so far. My daughter is pretty damn delightful, and a healthy mix of bright and exploratory with obedient when it really comes down to it.

But, that's another digression. Gotta get back in the practice of a focus, see. Anyway, this post is really just to say that I think I may start posting again. The reason I quit was because I was getting too worked up and embroiled in online discussions of stuff and then wanting to formulate essays springboarding from that and it was taking alot of energy and making me feel weird. Well, since quitting, I've still been getting embroiled in the discussions, but just have not taken the time to develop my own well-thought-out pieces on them. So it's been alot of unsatisfying wheel-spinning. I also thought I'd be spending more time blogging about the arts or design, but, there's not that much to say that interests me. I guess a thinking mom is what I've really become.

I do wonder why I am so opinionated about things. Why am I compelled to post on discussions about things. I mean, do I really care what someone else does? Maybe it's just a competition thing. I think my way is best, so you're gonna hear about it! Maybe it's trying to be evangelical about my way? But, really, part of me likes the fact that not everyone is going to be doing things the same way, so that we can have different outcomes and different people at the end of the day. And, so much of what I write I would never say to people. I guess that's pretty weak. What does it all mean?

As part of my changing, I've taken up yoga pretty earnestly. I do about a half hour 5-6 days a week. It has totally helped me be calmer, more thoughtful, more mindful of what's going on with me, so I can make better decisions about health issues (not shoveling food in my face) and how I treat my family. The family part has come more slowly, but I think I have improved. Now, I need to take it to the next level and be compassionate toward the strangers on the web, even as I still express my opinion.