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Dinnertime Discussion
By Amy Fulfer

A couple of weeks ago, I went out to eat lunch with some friends. The food was great, the company was wonderful, but I found one particular topic of conversation rather surprising.

A discussion arose about women with college educations who chose to leave their careers to raise their children. I wasn’t actively engaged in the conversation, because I was flanked by my own preschool aged offspring who required much assistance with their lunches.

No one looked at me when the comment was made, “Now why would a woman pay all that money to get a degree just to sit around the house babysitting?” I was taken aback; not to discover that someone felt that way, but that one of my friends was expressing such unmasked disdain, in my presence, of decisions I’d made for my life. His comment was probably not directed at me, but I have to admit, I took it personally. I was glad that no one looked my way, so I didn’t have to make any of the angry comments that were furiously buzzing around in my head.

I was immediately on the defense about the words “sit around.” I don’t know when I’ve had less time to sit around than after becoming a mother. No matter how busy I was before, at the very least I always had my sleeping and bathroom hours to myself. I felt offended he had minimized nurturing and child-rearing to simply “babysitting;” merely being physically present with a child to meet his physical and safety needs without making a personal investment in him.

After I cooled off, I realized there was a real question underneath his criticism. Putting aside the unfortunate choice of words that would make most mothers see red, he was asking, “Why would someone pay thousands for an education and then chose, as a career, something that doesn’t require an education, and doesn’t even pay minimum wage?”
 


Honey, the Kids Shrunk Me
By Amy Fulfer

If you have ever been pregnant or spent considerable time with a pregnant woman, you have undoubtedly noticed that the mother-to-be had memory problems. In my case, that would be putting it mildly. While I was pregnant, I felt like I had nearly lost my mind. I couldn’t explain why I had put meat in the dishwasher to thaw, nor was there any logic to placing dry, dirty clothes in the dryer instead of the washer. My only consolation was that everybody I talked to had a myriad of stories about pregnant women who did equally bizarre things.

So, when I found an article that explained that a woman’s brain shrinks during pregnancy and does not regain its normal size until about 6 months after birth, I was not entirely surprised. Honestly, I was a little relieved to find that there was some scientific explanation for my mental lapses. On the other hand, it is pretty hard to be happy about scientific proof of a shrunken brain ! At least I had an excuse for being unable to complete simple sentences or some explanation for walking purposefully into a room only to stand still a while, completely at a loss for why I was there.

I do think, however, that your brain can shrink more with stress, or the feeling of being pulled in too many directions. For example, one afternoon when my son was a newborn, I was standing at the sink, filling a pot with water to make some tea. My two year old was potty-training, and she wore a “wetness” alarm to help her notice the moment that an accident began and stop before making a mess.

As I filled the pot, Elyssa's alarm went off.

"Hold it! Hold it!” I called. “Run to the potty!"

 


 


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  Honey, the Kids Shrunk Me Continued

Off we ran together. I pulled off the plastic bloomers and stopped the furious buzzing. I attached the alarm to dry panties.
Then I heard furious pounding on the wall. My husband was in the shower. Why was he pounding? Did he fall? Was he hurt? "Elyssa, stay here and wait for me." Off I dashed to the other bathroom.

"Baby, what's wrong? Why were you banging?"

"Didn't you hear me calling?"

"No. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered that when I got home last night, I forgot to tell you about..."

"Wow, that's really cool! Hang on, ok? I have to go check on Elyssa."

I hurried back to check on Elyssa and realized that Aidan had started to cry while I was deafened by the shower sounds. He had nearly worked himself into hysteria. Scoop him up, soothe, bounce, calm... He was hungry and mad. Time to feed him.

Elyssa walked out of the bathroom and into her room swinging the new panties by the wire that they were both attached to. Set the boy down. Clothe the girl before she wets on the floor. Scoop up the angry boy. Feed... change diaper... clean messy panties... empty training potty... answer phone... help husband find keys... get bank deposit ready…

Well over 2 hours later, I walked through the kitchen and noticed a half-filled teapot in the sink. Oh, right. I was making tea, wasn't I?

 


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