Hello, my name is Maggie and I am a working mother.
\nThey say that admitting the problem is half-way to solving it.
\nThere is an essay by Margaret Atwood called \u2018If You Can\u2019t Say Anything Nice, Don\u2019t Say Anything at All.\u2019 Much like Judith Warner and Anna Quindlen, Atwood\u2019s point boils down to this: for some reason, regardless of generation and historical context, women are compelled to be Woman; i.e., we strive for some unattainable feminine ideal. Once upon a time, that meant always wearing gloves, sitting as elegantly as Jackie Kennedy, knowing how to cook the perfect pot roast, and always knowing where your vacuum bags were. Now, the perfect woman is independent, politically aware, and educated and ambitious \u2013 while still reading all those Cosmo articles about \u2018what he really wants in bed.\u2019<\/p>\n
\nAdd to this the element of motherhood and you have an identity crisis.
\nAs a modern woman, I am supposed to be career-oriented; I am supposed to want more than my mother had; I am supposed to be about 20 lbs lighter than I am; I am supposed to be creative and in tune with my body and spirit; in short, I am supposed to be the grateful product of the feminist army that fought for my freedom. Now that I am allowed to do\/say\/think everything, I MUST do\/say\/think it all.
\nAs a modern mother, though, I am faced with a different set of expectations: I must know everything about my sons\u2019 curriculums; I must be on a first-name basis with their teachers; I must demonstrate school spirit by volunteering for library duty or field trips; I must be a great cook and expert nutritionalist; I must be a good housekeeper; I must spend time reading to my kids; I must screen everything they might watch on TV before they watch it \u2013 and I must feel neglectful if I let them watch it at all; I must always be there for booboos and nightmares; and I must, in my heart of hearts, want to be a stay-at-home mom and make excuses for why I\u2019m not.
\nWe can\u2019t afford to live on one salary.
\nWe need the benefits.
\nAt least as a teacher, I have my summers off so I can be with the kids. And Christmas.
\nIn the early 1960s Betty Friedan identified what she called the Feminine Mystique. Today I believe we are still meant to tacitly accept and embrace our roles as women, and if we feel dissatisfied or diffused, we\u2019re supposed to think there\u2019s something fundamentally wrong with us as individuals. I chose to become a mother \u2013 so of course I want to be SuperMom \u2013 except I don\u2019t. I never have. I have friends who are desperate to stay home with their kids \u2013 and if that is truly what they want, then I admire their courage. Frankly, I think that if I were to stay home, the cost of therapy required for me and my children would bankrupt us.
\nI work not because I have to, but because I want to. I make time for my children, but I\u2019m tired of feeling guilty that I don\u2019t feel guilty about working.
\nWhen I was working in Lennoxville, I spent three nights a week away from home. The hardest part about being separated from my family was having to justify my decision to people whose business it really wasn\u2019t.
\nI don\u2019t work for the money (what teacher does?).
\nI don\u2019t work for the benefits (ditto).
\nI don\u2019t teach so I can have my summers off.
\nI teach because I love what I do and I would be unbelievably unhappy if I didn\u2019t.
\nAnd being happy, as far as I am concerned, makes me a better parent and a better role model.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hello, my name is Maggie and I am a working mother. They say that admitting the problem is half-way to solving it. There is an essay by Margaret Atwood called \u2018If You Can\u2019t Say Anything Nice, Don\u2019t Say Anything at All.\u2019 Much like Judith Warner and Anna Quindlen, Atwood\u2019s point boils down to this: for … <\/p>\n