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Motherhood And Careers: Stop the Judging

When I was growing up, stay-at-home moms were the norm. My own mother stopped working when my brother and I entered the picture, and apart from a brief part-time stint at a bank when I was a teenager, she never re-entered the workforce. In those days, most workplaces were strongly male-dominated, and my mother and her contemporaries were educated at a time when options for women were limited. In any case, my father’s salary was generous enough to allow my mother to stay home.

Today, the world is quite different. With a few rare exceptions, women have the same options as men where it comes to career choices. With a burgeoning child care industry to make things easier, many mothers are choosing to balance careers with parenting and family obligations. For some it’s not a choice: many families need two incomes in order to survive.

While the ability to choose has, I believe, been good for women, it has had the effect of dividing mothers into two camps: those who stay home and those who don’t. Most of the mothers I know are quite willing to live and let live, and recognize that the choices they make might not be right for other families. But both groups have members that level insults and judgments at one another.

Having been on both sides of the coin, I have been on the receiving end of insults from all directions. As a stay-at-home mom who didn’t have two nickels to rub together, I was accused of being lazy and unambitious, as if I was sitting on my couch doing nothing all day. I was told that I was taking advantage of the “luxury of staying home with the children” when I should have been working and earning a living to provide for my family.

In another blog post, I might discuss just how luxurious it is to spend all day, every day with a baby and a toddler. Spoiler alert: it’s not.

As a mom who worked outside the home, I was told that I was dumping my kids at daycare and letting strangers raise my sons. “No mother has to work,” the holier-than-thous suddenly started spouting. “All you have to do is cut back a little and you’ll be able to live on one income.”

I hate to break it to you, but watching kids for a few hours a day during the week does not equate to raising them. And if you want me to cut back, I can do that. It’ll just mean not feeding my kids or buying them new shoes when they outgrow their old ones, but you know, no biggie.

I am in a different group now, a relatively new group that is gaining traction: the work-at-home moms. These moms are the ones who run businesses from their homes. We tend to be on the receiving end not of insults, but of envy. Apparently, we are “lucky” to be able work and be with our children at the same time. People envisage us working peacefully while Junior sits quietly on the carpet beside us playing with his Lego.

The reality, of course, is very different. This is what I look like when I’m working:

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When there’s not a child jumping on my head, there are two children wrestling with each other or seeing who can scream the loudest. More often than not, the bulk of my work happens at night, after the kids are asleep. It works out all right. I mean, I don’t need to sleep myself, do I?

Here’s the thing: why do we even bother to make the distinction? Whether you stay home with the kids or go out to work, whether you work out of choice or economic necessity, does it really matter? Shouldn’t we be less concerned about judging the choices of other moms and more concerned about doing what’s right for our own families? Shouldn’t we embrace the differences in how we raise our kids instead of trying to shoehorn everybody into the same way of thinking?

What do you think? Is the difference between stay-at-home moms, work-outside-the-home moms and work-at-home moms important?

This is an original post by Kirsten Doyle. Photo credit to the author.

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Autism Awareness: When The Puzzle Pieces Don’t Fit

In many countries around the world, April is designated as Autism Awareness Month. In the lead-up to it, I am starting to see more postings on Facebook offering autism awareness merchandise, providing little factual snippets about autism, and inviting people to “Light it up Blue”.

I am also seeing ranty posts about how awareness is NOT ENOUGH, action is NEEDED, and the Light it up Blue campaign is nothing more than a ploy to line the pockets of people working for Autism Speaks, who let’s face it, do not provide financial assistance to affected families.

Sigh. Here we go again.

I don’t have feelings one way or the other about Light it up Blue or Autism Speaks. I don’t care that they don’t give money to families, because they are an organization that funds research. I have a feeling that some of the people so vehemently opposed to them care less about whose pockets are being lined and more about the fact that Autism Speaks is not a proponent of the controversial vaccines-cause-autism theory.

Which is fine. I don’t expect people to support organizations with philosophies that differ from their own. I believe that the prime driver of autism is genetics – I wouldn’t throw my voice behind an organization that actively tries to prove otherwise.

I also wouldn’t say derogatory things about people who don’t share my views. I wouldn’t put up postings implying that those who don’t agree with me are stupid or uninformed. I wouldn’t make use of insulting terms like “sheeple”.

I would live and let live.

People tend to have reasons for their beliefs. I know for a fact that vaccines had squat to do with my son’s autism, and both of my children are up to date on all of their shots. But I would not presume to tell people that just because my kid came out of the womb with autism, theirs must have as well, and if they don’t agree with me – then, you know, they are “sheeple”.

I tend to use the phrase “autism community” a lot, as if we were all just one big happy family that just wants the rest of the world to accept our kids. At times, though, I question whether there is an autism community. Sometimes – particularly during Autism Awareness Month – it feels as if there are many different sects that are all divided. Each sect has members who are more than happy to leave others to their different beliefs, and each sect has those who are almost militant in their attempts to get other people to think the same way they do.

I am of the opinion that Autism Awareness Month should not be used to push agendas about what may or may not cause autism. I think it should focus more on the fact that our kids have autism, whatever the cause was, and they are individuals who have a lot to offer society. It should be about trying to make the world a better place for our kids – a place where they can grow and flourish and reach their full potential, whatever that might be.

How can autism parents hope to make the world accept their kids when we cannot even get along among ourselves? What kind of example are we setting for the society that we’re hoping will treat our kids with the respect they deserve?

If you want to Light it up Blue or promote awareness in any other visible way, go ahead. Whether you support Autism Speaks or any other organization, give them whatever support you feel comfortable with. Tell people about your views if you like, but graciously accept that they might think differently.

Autism parents, we’re all in this together. All of our kids have autism. Let’s be nice to each other for their sake.

(Photo credit: Ashtyn Renee . This picture has a creative commons attribution license.)
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Open Letter To A Fellow Passenger On The Toronto Transit Commission

Dear fellow T.T.C. passenger,

This morning I had the commute from hell, along with many other T.T.C. passengers. My bus ride to the subway station, which usually takes twenty minutes on a bad day, took an hour and a half. I got to work 45 minutes late, and from the sounds of your constant loud complaining that everyone on the bus had to listen to for an hour, you were late too.

Yes, I know it is frustrating. Yes, I know that the T.T.C. has its share of problems, like aging signal equipment and less than ideal public announcement systems. But it seems unfair to blame the bus driver for a traffic accident that happened while he was way over on the other end of the city picking you up so he could listen to your insults. We were ALL uncomfortable. We were ALL late, and we were ALL frustrated. But you know, sometimes crap just happens and we have to live with it.

The bus driver was just doing his job, and he was doing it well. He remained cheerful and polite despite the fact that you referred to him as an asshole who was making you late. He was trying to keep all of us informed as to what was going on, but he cannot pass on information that he doesn’t have. Give the poor guy a break. Imagine how frustrated he must have felt, knowing that he would be letting us off at the subway station and then driving back through the traffic mess.

I had the misfortune to end up in the same section of the subway train as you. This time I had to listen to you bitch and moan about the fact that the train was so crowded. Just further evidence, in your eyes, of the abhorrent state of the T.T.C. You got a decent seat, so what were you complaining about? Other people had to stand, having just stood for well over an hour in the bus. I didn’t hear them throwing their toys out of the cot.

While we’re on the subject of your seat, I feel obligated to point out that the elderly gentleman you gave dirty looks to had more right than your bag to sit in the seat beside you. Other people put their bags on the floor in front of them. What’s wrong with you doing the same? It’s not like your bag is better than anyone else’s.

Thank God you got off the train two stops before I did. Dealing with you while I was transferring from one crowded subway line to the other might have been a bit much.

I found you, fellow T.T.C. passenger, to be rude, insulting, and selfish. But because I am a forgiving type who gives people the benefit of the doubt (or maybe I’m just a pushover), I am open to the possibility that you are generally a nice person who is going through a really bad time.

And I wish you a lovely day.

Yours faithfully,
The woman you pushed past so roughly that she spilled coffee all over her coat

(Photo credit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/stevenharris/3986106972)