I have been a stay-at-home-mom for
the last seven years. Seven years of diapers, spit up, peanut butter and
jelly sandwiches every. single. day, boo-boo kisses, seemingly endless pushes on the swing, laughter,
hugs, and milestones I wouldn’t have missed for the world. And laundry. Always
laundry. Lots and lots of laundry. For seven years full time parenting has been
my number one job. My number two job was cleaning up other people’s number
twos, and my number three job was running a feminist organization.
I’d be lying if I said it was easy
for me when young professionals would straightening their sharp, black, little Ann
Talyory blazers, extend their business card clad hands and ask, “So what do you do?” Why did that question always
catch me off guard? “Uh, um… I guess… basically… I’m JUST, like, a
stay-at-home-mom... yeah...” And I always
immediately hated myself the second that came out of my mouth, as though I had
to excuse my lowly human molding profession. And I, better than anyone, knew what
complete bullshit that was and how harmful the “oh you JUST stay home and raise
the future of the world” mentality is. I hated that mentality. Yet here I was playing right
into it… feeling not enough.
To be fair though, domesticity has
never come naturally to me. Not that I’m above it. I’m actually below it. Very far below it. I
lack so many of the basic skills needed to be a decent wife and mother. I did
not grow up in a family that cooked. My husband did. I was raised by
a single mother who worked outside of the home. To this day she is my hero, so
I do not necessarily think it’s the world polluting my view of womanhood as
much as me growing up into what I know. I know working long hours at an office,
and I know mac and cheese. To me mac and cheese is love. To my husband it’s a
cop out. Not because of some weird gender role indoctrination, but because of
our individual upbringings. His mother worked outside of the home as well, but her
mother cooked and that gift was passed down to all subsequent generations.
Packets of powered cheese were passed down in my family.
If we’re being honest I’ve always
felt like my husband would be better as the “stay-at-home-parent.” And if we’re
being super… intensely… I might need to convert to Catholicism after an epic
confession like this… I was always sorta afraid I’d lose respect for him in
that role. It’s in no way acceptable, but monetarily compensation is so deeply ingrained in
us, whether we want to believe it or not. That’s why every year there’s a new
story about how much the stay-at-home parent is “worth,” with graphs and
diagrams showing just how much a maid, laundry service, and daycare would cost the
working parent. It becomes this pissing contest of who's time and effort is more valuable. And therein lies
the problem. What the stay-at-home parent does is not monetarily quantifiable.
At all. So you're comparing apples and oranges. As I said above, we. are. raising. the. future. So why the shame in my
game? Why such a strong urge to validate our "worth?" Why not wear the SAHM title as a badge of honor?
Well, I’m sure some of you do, but
I didn’t. Even though I knew better.
It took a lot of soul searching,
and finally, ultimately, getting a job last week to help me understand why. I’m
not ashamed of being a stay-at-home-mom because of some societal stigma. I’m
ashamed of it because I suck at it. hard. It took the contrast of a job I was
able to master in a week to show me that I had super failed at a profession I’d
spent SEVEN years trying to master.
My husband in his first week on the
job took our kids the freakin’ zoo, yall. That’s hot. How on earth did I think
watching a man, my man, spend time
with our children day in and day out would cause me to lose respect for him?!
No, just the opposite. First of all I know just how insanely hard it is. Second, he is enjoying his life, bonding with our children, and
using his inherent strengths for the first time in seven years. Yeah, he can manage
people and function in corporate America on the daily, but he’s outside of his
comfort zone most of the time (just like I was). Which is what we’re always
hammering into people right? Get outside of your comfort zone, that’s a good,
positive thing. But what if it’s not? What if maybe, just maybe, it keeps us
all miserable and only achieving our personal status quo? What if we’re just
working at bringing a weakness of ours, on a scale of 1-10, up from a 3 to a 5,
when we could be operating in a vocation we love, are already natural inclined
to, and take that from an 8 up to a 10? I don’t know about you, but I’d rather
have my children raised by a 10… and I don’t just mean that because he’s kinda
fine.
This won’t work for everyone, but
right now, this is what works for us. Both of us are feeling good at what we
do, for once, which is so underestimated in our “just get a paycheck” culture.
But the shame is still there. The shame now comes in the form of well
intentioned friends asking, “So…you’re working outside of the home now?”
Yeah, I am. And I don’t love my
kids any less or suck as a mom any more… than I always have. (insert smiley
emoticon here) Because when I see my kids at the end of the day, and my slightly
frazzled husband (which yes, I’m not
gonna lie, is kinda validating) I
love them more than enough to make up for the time I was gone. I’m also so much
more patient than my burnt-out self used to be. My new schedule embodies the definition
of quality time vs. quantity time. I loved my kids enough to give them what’s
best for them, and I shouldn’t be ashamed of that. Their father is just much
more gifted in that role. Like I said, a lot has to do with our upbringings. He
was raised by teachers… gourmet cooking,
patience having, teachers who don’t believe laundry is the bane of their
existence, and so neither does he. He was made for this. And I was made for
working outside of the home. Because I just can’t hack it as a
stay-at-home-mom. And there’s no shame in that statement. At least, I’m trying
hard for there not to be…
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