05. September 2007 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: , ,

I was talking to my mom last night and, as usual, we covered a lot of ground, everything from the kids to politics to pet ownership. We spent the last part of our conversation talking about working vs. staying at home. My mom was telling me that when they moved to the town I grew up in, she was the only mom who worked among her immediate peers. She was a teacher and taught for 7 years. Then she quit and stayed home for almost 10 years. My mom said two things that I hadn’t really thought about. First, she explained that for her generation, it was a status symbol for the wife to stay at home. It meant that the man made enough money to “provide for his family.” She said she didn’t feel that her peers, male or female thought any less of our family because she worked but that she was aware that that attitude was there.

Second, she was explaining what jobs she could legitimately pursue. She was a French major and one job she considered was being an airline stewardess. But in the late 60s, to be an airline stewardess meant you couldn’t be married much less have children. She also initially pursued a job in the international division of a large company that had a branch in our town. When she went to interview, they made her take a typing test. She asked if the job required typing skills. The interviewer said no, but all women applicants had to take a typing test. She didn’t get the job.

My mom said that at first she had to work, while my dad was in law school and then establishing himself. Later, she didn’t have to work but continued for a couple of years. She said she doesn’t regret it and enjoyed her job, but that it would have been nice to be at home the whole time, that she really enjoyed it. I had no idea. I didn’t think she hated it by any means, but she certainly wasn’t “typical” of a lot of the moms that I know now that stay at home. She was a very hands off mother. She was present but she didn’t plan activities and take us on outings or do art projects with us. She sent us outside or to the playroom to play. But maybe that’s because staying at home has a different meaning now. It is often a choice that women make and not something they’re essentially “forced” into because of a lack of opportunities or a social structure that makes being a working mom uncomfortable. I know that’s not always the case, but it certainly seems at the very least that it’s not necessarily the default and that women and their families think carefully about what’s best for them and their families.

While there are plenty of obstacles to overcome whether one chooses to work or stay at home, we certainly have come a fairly long way in 40 years. I wonder if we’ll make as much progress in the next 40.

04. September 2007 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags: , ,

The first day of school begins for child # 1 in about an hour and for the youngest, two hours. We are actually semi-organized this year. Yesterday, we went to purchase all the school supplies and the kids cleaned out their backpacks–from last year!–and reloaded them with new stuff. The three of us all thought about things that would make their lives easier–new hair brushes and toothbrushes, snacks, good cereal–and we went to get it. We walked over to the local water ice place for a break later in the afternoon. Geeky Boy and I got the same size and flavor (cherry).

While we were there, we had some interesting conversations about money. Geeky Boy asked me if I won the lottery, say $33 million, what would I do. I started talking about how I’d buy a new house and car, but I’d save a good chunk of it and live off the interest.

Then Geeky Boy told me what he’d do and then I said, “Wait a minute. About half that is going to go to taxes.”

He stopped cold. “What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what the exact amount would be, but I’ve always heard it’s about 1/2 of prize money. We pay about 1/3 of our income in taxes.”

“What? What for?”

“For the government. Somebody’s gotta pay for Iraq.”

“Can’t they make their own money?”

I laughed. “How? We are their only source of income.”

I explained about the Revolution and taxation without representation and where all of our tax money goes. (If you want to know, here’s a good chart.) He was still pretty flabbergasted. Basically, he figured that the government prints the money, so that’s how they should get their money, just print it up when they need it and leave the rest of us alone. I suggested he might read America, the Book. Mr. Geeky thinks he’s not old enough. I think, so there’s some naked Supreme Court Justices, big deal.

On the way home, Geeky Boy suggested I home school him. But then Geeky Girl said, “No way, cause you’re proof that moms don’t have to stay at home.” She was very defiant about this for some reason. It was pretty funny. I told Geeky Boy that since I’m working a flexible schedule, I’d be happy to provide some added instruction, but that home schooling did not appeal to me.

I think it’s going to be a good year. The hardest part for me about dealing with the kids’ education is keeping up with all the stuff they send home. I’m going to try to corral that this year and not be overwhelmed by it. I’m also going to try to help Geeky Boy create some good habits this year.

03. September 2007 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags:

My oldest child, Geeky Boy, is a great kid. He’s kind and funny and smart. He seems to be well-liked by his peers. But he’s not perfect, of course. Sometimes, because he is such a good kid, we have really high expectations and we’re hard on him. We have higher expectations of him sometimes than we do of ourselves. For example, we ask him to keep his room clean when our own house is pretty unkempt.

Our oldest has had to live through the leanest years, has changed schools three times and left behind friends. When we moved here, he cried for days, usually when I was giving him a bath, begging to go back home. It was like a knife in the heart for me, especially since I, too, wanted to return. I had to put on a happy face and tell him everything was going to be okay even though I wasn’t sure myself.

When we moved to this house, we actually let Geeky Boy guide us. As we drove up to what is now our house, there was a group of kids across the street huddled in a circle. “They’re playing with Yu-Gi-Oh cards,” he exclaimed from the back seat. “Can we move here?” And so we did. But our house is small, especially the kids’ rooms and Geeky Boy is now starting to feel the squeeze. There’s not much we can do about it, though. We do hope to add on to the house soon, but we don’t know if we’ll be able to improve the sizes of the bedrooms or add a new bedroom.

Sometimes I sense that Geeky Boy is disappointed or bitter or something. This doesn’t happen often as he’s a very cheerful person most of the time. Yesterday, for example, as we were discussing how to set up his room and get it organized for the school year and what we might buy to make the room better (a new bed or new dresser), he seemed disappointed that we couldn’t do more. And he wasn’t being a typical teenager who already has too much stuff complaining about the brand new clothes he/she’d just gotten. He didn’t say anything really. It was just a look. A look of resignation. I suspect he has friends whose rooms are much larger and filled with video games and tvs. I suspect he knows we’re doing our best, but somehow feels that’s not good enough, but won’t say anything.

I worry about him more than I probably should. I want him to be happy. I want him to be successful. And I want to provide him the support–emotional and otherwise–to help him be those things. But sometimes I feel I’ve let him down somehow. Maybe it’s just that as he’s gotten older, he rarely shows any emotion or response to much of anything, so it’s hard to tell if something I’ve said or done has even registered. Maybe this gets worse as he heads to teenagehood. My own parents didn’t figure very large in my own pre-teen and teen years and I suspect I’m just a blip on the radar screen for him. Important as a constant, perhaps, but not much more. I honestly don’t know whether to be sad about this. He seems, as I said, to be doing just fine for the most part, and he hasn’t totally cut me off yet. And it is part of life to begin to separate from your parents. But I remember a time not that long ago when we were best friends, living through the tough times together. I’ll admit it hurts to not be that friend anymore.

01. September 2007 · Write a comment · Categories: Uncategorized · Tags:

I’m actually going into work in a bit, both to work on getting ready for the first day of classes and to do some student advising (which I hope I don’t totally screw up). Here’s some interesting posts and links to get you through the day:

  • Bitch, Ph.D. on the crazy housing market in California.
  • A report from the EFF on the RIAA’s efforts to defeat illegal downloading by suing people. It’s been four years since the first case. I think I’ll be coming back to this with more commentary tomorrow.
  • MMF on whether suburbia is friendly toward children.
  • Nels on the “Senator Craig incident.” I must say I’ve been mystified by the coverage of this. Even NPR seems to not want to discuss it in any detail. It’s weird. Nels’ analysis of the situation and comparison to similar incidents is spot on.
  • An article from IHE about new teaching methods, including using America the Book as a textbook. Be careful, as always, treading into the comments. It’s revealing how many faculty know nothing or next to nothing about how people actually learn. And then there’s the elitism factor. Sigh.