Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A New Focus

I realized recently that part of the reason I haven’t been blogging regularly is that I feel like my life doesn’t fit into what I had intended to write about when I first started this blog. Reading, writing and rock climbing. Those are the three R’s that I chose to blog about. They were three of the most important things in my life (at least in terms of interests). And I still love all three of them and try to make space for them. But being a mom has taken over my life in many ways.

*It’s rant time. I’m getting up on my soapbox.*

At first I felt like I didn’t want to admit this, especially to the world in general. I didn’t want to be “just a mom.” I didn’t like the idea that I had lost any part of my old self and stepped into a mold to become a mom (I still don’t like this idea. I’ve worked hard to retain my old self while accepting my new mom-self). But I’ve realized that this is buying into part of our culture that I actually don’t want to embrace. There’s a widespread attitude that while it’s, “So great you’re staying home with your baby!” it’s also viewed as not being “enough”. There’s some idea that moms are all counting down the days before they get back to their “real” jobs. (OK, I’ll be honest. There are days that I wish I were counting down. They are the days where I haven’t slept, the baby is teething, it’s raining, I’m bored because I haven’t talked about anything other than my son in the last 16 months, etc.)

It’s a conversation killer as well.

Other person: “So, what have you been up to lately?”
Me: “Um, taking care of my baby.”
Other person: “Ohh. Ok.” (Moment of awkward silence before they move on to another topic.)

It makes me feel like people are embarrassed for me that all I’ve been doing is taking care of my child. And so then I start to feel ashamed that I don’t have anything to talk about. But this is ridiculous. I’m tired of it. I’m proud to be a full-time mom.

Women fought so hard and for so long (and continue to fight) for their right to hold any employment position a man does for the same the pay and the same respect. We fought to not have to stay home with our children if we didn’t choose to. But now, the respect for moms has plummeted. We live in a society in which a lot of people apparently think, “Oh, all you do is take care of your kid full-time?”

Being a full-time mom (or dad) does not command respect in our society. Neither does being a nanny or a daycare provider. Teachers fare slightly better since they usually have five years of schooling in higher education. However, jobs that revolve around children aren’t well-paid and typically aren’t well-respected. No one says, “She’s a mom/nanny/daycare provider,” with the same tone they’d say “She’s a doctor/engineer/lawyer.”

But isn’t raising the next generation something that deserves respect? Shouldn’t we as a society revere the people who spend quality time with our nation’s young?

*I’m off my soapbox.*


So…will I still write about the three R’s? Yes. But I’m also going to write about being a mom. And I’m going to write about it unabashedly. 

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

At Long Last

Man it has been a long time since I last posted to this blog. I don’t understand how there are mommy bloggers out there writing witty blog posts about their children every day. Most days I’m lucky if I can get a shower and three meals.

Now that Baby Z is over a year old, I finally have a little time periodically to sit down and write. A few months ago I had the inspiration and the opportunity to write a new story. So mostly when I do have time, I’ve been working on that rather than blogging (although I did write a few blog posts for my Birthday Challenge blog a couple months back http://bdaychallenge33.blogspot.com/).

I did my first Twitter pitch party back in December. It was sort of fun, in a stressful “Ahh, it’s time to tweet my pitch again!” kind of way. No takers for the four stories I was pitching, but it’s a long shot, so I wasn’t discouraged. And now I’ve just submitted my newest story to eight publishers. Hooray!

I was able to resume rock climbing at around four months postpartum. It was a struggle getting back into it. I felt really weak, particularly in my abs (I had a medium sized abdominal muscle separation due to pregnancy and I had a C-section). But now I’m climbing pretty well again. The hardest part now is dealing with having a toddler at the gym. My husband and I take turns chasing him while the other person climbs. Baby Z seems to like the gym aside from the daycare room (we’ve tried leaving him twice and both times we’ve been paged to come pick him up early because he’s hysterical). We’ve yet to get back to outdoor climbing, but hopefully someday soon we’ll take a trip.


What I’m reading: Sadly having a baby and being a voracious reader don’t really go together very well. I can only read on my phone or my Kindle because otherwise Baby Z grabs my book and tries to eat it. Apparently when I wished to have a child who is also a voracious reader, he misheard it and thought I said voracious eater. Anyway, even reading on an electronic device happens infrequently because Baby Z demands attention like it’s going out of style. That being said, I’m currently reading The Emerald Comb by Kathleen McGurl which combines a modern story with a story from the past (one of my favorite styles of fiction). And I just finished Truly Madly Guilty and The Hypnotist’s Love Story by Liane Moriarty. Both were very entertaining stories that take place in Australia.