Today so far is a good day. Today a friend had good (great!) news and I got to see another friend and Madison is sleeping and I’ve had only one fight with Noah. (About cleaning up the spilled crayons in his bedroom that were all over the nice wood floor under his desk just waiting to be ground in by errant tennis shoes. “But I LIKE spilled crayons and it’s MY room!” Much wailing, much gnashing of teeth (his wails, my teeth) but now we’ve made up.)

On both my writing lists some people are talking about the Linda Hirshman piece about how stay-at-home moms are not such hot feminists (letting down that feminist dream and all). This is one of those times where I go, “I should be blogging that.” And probably at the beginning of my blogging career, I would have. Now I just don’t care. Most of the times when these articles come up in the NYT or some smart magazine I know they’re not talking about me. I didn’t walk away from a great career, I didn’t walk away from a great degree. There wasn’t anybody to let down. And now — as luck would have it and trust me, it’s all luck — I have more of a career now than I ever would have had if I had stayed in social work.

I’m tired of talking about Motherhood with a capital M anyhow. I’ve been doing it (being a mother) long enough now that it no longer seems like a radical shift. I mean that first year or two? I was all over thinking way too hard about how it changed me. How it made me more this or that and how the patriarchy and the formula companies were out to keep me down. I think it was kinda like when I first started claiming my feminism and suddenly everything was a metaphor for rape. It was necessary to be hyper-aware for awhile before I could settle in and find my place.

I don’t really care what Hirshman has to say about my decision and I don’t have any desire to defend it. Whatever. I’m glad I’m home. I’m glad it’s a decision I made freely. I don’t care that it’s a traditional gender role and I wouldn’t have given up doing what I want to do just to make a political statement.

Besides nowadays I’m just way too busy mindfucking adoption. And in five years, I’ll be all ranty about something else. So it goes.

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