Is working full time compatible with raising school aged children? This was the question I posed, somewhat rhetorically, on Twitter a few nights ago. The deluge of responses I received were pretty unequivocal : Without bucket loads of support it was either impossible or very, very difficult.
Sometime ago I , rather loftily , began referring to these ramblings as a ‘ feminist parenting’ blog. Why ? And what does it even mean ? Other than rolling my eyes whenever people call my daughter a princess ?
I read an article earlier this week about women who regret having children. I’ve also just read an article by a woman who is childfree. The thing that struck me as the common theme in the two pieces was ambivalence. You can be a mother and be unsure of the rightness of your choice, just as you can choose to be child-free and sometimes be uncertain. There are no absolutes on either side – apart from the child itself presented as either a burdensome presence or an ever present absence.
This morning I have read articles about Paw Patrol pyjamas designed for boys, with the girl character removed. I have also read about girls’ school shoes called ‘Dolly Babes’ and shoes for infants with wedge heels.
Out of sheer boredom, just over a year ago I started a parenting blog and in doing so I started to connect with other bloggers, other mothers. I connected with people I never would have otherwise met “in the real world” and immediately felt welcome and understood.
To every new parent who’s been on the receiving end of unsolicited advice, which is everyone, let’s be honest.
I like to read. I read greedily. I inhale books. I skim over sentences and miss out words in a bid to consume to the story quickly and completely.
I worked with a guy who everytime I got my hair cut, told me it was, ‘ a real mammy hair cut.’ It really, really pissed me off.