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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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