Remember the Sea Witch from the Little Mermaid, chortling as Ariel agonizes over whether to hand over her voice so as to acquire through trickery and manipulation win the love of her crush true love, Eric?
"Life," sniggers Ursula, "is full of tough choices."
Ursula is right, too. Life is full of tough choices. Ha! Just wait till Ariel starts having children! Cloth or disposable? To bink or not to bink? Co-sleep or crib? Organic, commercial, or home-made baby food? Breast or bottle? Only child or siblings?
Stay at home or go to work?
Stay at home or go to work.
When I was having my babies, my choice was clear. Had been made, in fact, years before the pregnancies. I was going to stay home. And so I did. I thrived. My children thrived.
I had done pretty well for myself, at only 24 years old. I'd made some important decisions, decisions with life-long consequences, and I was completely happy with them. I'd made the right decisions for myself and my kids.
Problem was, I thought it was the right decision for Everyone.
Mary, that reminds me of a former friend of mine who is a stay-at-home-mom. One day she said to me, rather accusingly, "Why can't you just be satisfied with staying at home? Why do you need to work?" I was taken aback by her question and her tone. I never once judged her for choosing to stay home with her kids. I never would have even considered saying to her, "How can you be satisfied just staying at home? Why don't you need to work?" I never even thought it. I respected her choice. I thought she respected mine. Turns out she didn't.
For most of my children's lives, I have either worked part-time from home, or attended school full-time. I never worked because I had to. I worked because I wanted to. What I thought when I was pregnant with my first child, and what I've since discovered is absolutely true -- for me -- is that I'm a better mother when I'm working or attending school. Having that time away -- yes, I said, "away"-- from my children, allows me the opportunity to pursue those goals, which coexist, even contribute, to my goal to raise emotionally intelligent and healthy children.
After spending a few hours in these other pursuits, I'm more centered and more present when I'm with the kids. Don't get me wrong. I still practice benign neglect because I believe it's important my children realize I'm a person with my own needs, and this would be harder for them to understand if they "owned" me during the time I'm home with them. But if I wasn't pursuing other goals, I'd be very unhappy and probably feel resentment towards my family. That unhappiness and resentment would mostly likely manifest as constant frustration, which would, undoubtedly, affect how I interact with my kids.
Now, I know there are many SAHMs who also have career goals but who choose to put them off until their children are older. The difference, however, between those women and me, I think, is that I would not feel content during the period I was home full-time.
Laura, your anecdote reminds me of those friends who disapproved of my choices, too. "How can a woman of your intelligence and education be fulfilled at home? Why are you not making better use of your brain and your skills? Don't you feel you wasted all those years and thousands of dollars you spent getting those degrees?" In general, I was able to dismiss these questions/accusations as having no relevance to who I was. Still, there were times, particularly if they came from a family member or someone very close, that they rankled. Maybe I should be out there, using my training and skills. Maybe I should be modeling professional success to my daughters. Maybe I should have financial parity with my partner.
When I thought of realigning my life to fit with those 'shoulds', though, depression overwhelmed me. I couldn't live my life like that! I couldn't head out the door every morning, leaving my kids in someone else's care! Not , I emphasize, because it's wrong to do so - but because it was absolutely not right for me.
I have to confess with some embarrassment that there was a time when I would have heard Laura's explanation of her different choice as sheerest rationalization. I really would have, and I look back on the woman I was then with some dismay. In my defence, my judgmentalism arose not from a sense of moral superiority, but from contentment: I was perfectly happy being home with my children, using my training and skills with them, and not with a class full of children. It was the form of parenting I'd experienced growing up, it was what I was living, and I had no real insider experience with the other choice. In my youthful immaturity, I honestly didn't understand that other families could be just as happy and functional having made other choices.
Over the years of running my daycare, though, I have had an insider's view of working-for-pay parents and their relationship with their children. Well, as "insider" as it's possible for a non-family member to be. I have discovered - surprise! - that working parents are good parents. (I'm still a little embarrassed that this wasn't perfectly evident to me all along, but I'm being honest with all you good people.) Certain challenges may be different between working-outside-the-home and stay-at-home parents, but their love for their children, their hopes, their worries, their dreams for their kids are the same, no matter how many hours a day they spend in their childrens' presence.
What's interesting, Mary, is that I also suffered from my own "shoulds." For the first two years of my son's life, I felt guilt for not being content with staying at home full-time. "What's wrong with me?" I thought. "I shouldn't be so selfish. I should feel perfectly happy being with my kids full-time." Since then, however, I've come to the conclusion that my inability to be content with being a SAHM is not a character flaw. It's simply who I am. And pretending to be something I'm not wouldn't be better for my children. It would be worse.
Making the choice to stay home full-time or not with our children always reminds me of the instructions you get from the stewardess before the plane takes off: "affix the oxygen mask to your face FIRST before assisting your child." This advice seems counter-intuitive. But the fact is, you can't effectively assist your child until you've taken care of yourself first.
I have learned from experience what Laura has known all along: parenting is only effective if it expresses who the parent really is, if it capitalizes on their strengths and works around their weaknesses. Parenting is too important an endeavour to sacrifice yourself on the altar of a should, to try to make yourself fit a mold that just doesn't work for you. While one should always be willing to grow and develop, you cannot live your life false to yourself. What would that do to you? What would that teach your children?
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