One of my first memories is of hiding from my mother.
I was seven or eight. My brother, Brandon, and I were crouched behind the living room sofa just steps from the kitchen where we had snitched cookie dough from the refrigerator. We huddled behind a wall of yellow fabric, fortified with foam and springs, unsure that our crime wouldn’t be detected. A great gob of salty-sweet viscous in my mouth as I frantically chewed the evidence, jaw racing to the beat of my pounding heart. Cold chocolate chips in dough like rocks in mud, crushed and swallowed quickly; there was no time for savoring, no time for the beauty of semi-sweet cocoa melting luxuriously on the tip of my tongue. Instead, we listened for footsteps heading to the kitchen or, worse, across the wooden floor of the living room to peer over the broad back of the couch. We weren’t supposed to eat cookie dough.
In the exam room of our pediatrician’s office was a poster listing 101 ways to enjoy life. Toward the end of the brightly-colored list, between “walk barefoot in the grass” and some other simple pleasure, were the words “eat cookie dough” in bold blue crayon font. I asked my mom about it; she said it didn’t mean anything. “It’s not safe to eat cookie dough because it has raw eggs,” she said, “You could get sick and die.” Continue reading
Very, very rarely, Nora has days with lots of this:
and even some of this:
Don’t hate me for taking this picture; I made it all better after this, I promise…
I know that temper-tantrums are a normal developmental milestone. Continue reading
One of the arguments against stay-at-home parenting that I hear is what a career killer it is to be out of the workforce for a number of years. Sometimes, it’s said that the impact of SAH parenting is worse for men because it’s unexpected for them to do so, other times it’s said to be worse for women because our lifetime earning potential is already so much less than men. Either way, it’s the most common reason I’ve heard for why I’m not helping myself (or my family) by staying at home with Nora.
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about that, because I feel like I’ve developed so many new job skills since I quit my job…more than I would have developed if I had stayed on track. And I’m not just talking about time-management and planning and other soft-skills mom’s claim (although I’m working on those too!). In the last few months I have taught myself HTML and CSS. Sure, I wasn’t starting from scratch — I knew just enough to build fancy Facebook pages for my employers and a few friends — but I couldn’t have coded a whole website from nothing. I also couldn’t have edited together a reasonably good video, but now I’ve done that, too:
Of course, both of these things are related to Papoose, which would maybe technically mean I’m not going to be a SAH parent anymore Continue reading