My sister wrote a comment a few weeks ago in response to one of my recipe posts. I just had to re-post it, because it’s spot-on. A bit rambly, a bit ranty, but spot-on. And she was entitled to rant that day, because it was her birthday.
To provide some context, I had been telling her about how much I had been struggling to find some balance in my life. I’m raising a toddler, trying to keep a house clean, to cook homemade meals every night, to have quality time with my husband, to keep in touch with friends and family, to read books and exercise and practice my banjo and pay attention to politics (isn’t Rob Anders a dickhead?). I can never manage to keep up with everything at once, and that often frustrates me. She wrote me this great, insightful comment and it came at the perfect time. She’s smart, that sister of mine.
Here it is:
I’m very impressed with all your home cooking and baking. It makes me think, though, about the pressures that we put on ourselves as women. Just a few generations ago women worked unbelievably hard to do physically demanding, never ending cleaning and cooking…and child care and clothes making and farm work and volunteer work and care for elders and church duties and some piece work or other work to bring in extra income. As soon as modern equipment made that work a little easier, the cult of domesticity took hold and expectations soared, so the work load, and the guilt just shifted. Then women took on work outside the home, which is fantastic in many ways, but then the “double shift” started. Convenience foods became more common, not surprisingly. But of course, whenever things get a little easier, the expectations increase again. I am finding that many of my women friends are feeling the pressure to add even more time and effort to their daily work schedule to make home cooked everything. It doesn’t matter if this is added to a work day outside the home or a work day at home with kids (and quite frankly I find it easier in many ways now that I’m at paid employment during the day rather than home every day). I feel some guilt and embarrassment when I rely on convenience foods (not fast food but pre-made lasagnas and the like). I’m very much in favour of better, home cooked food. It’s appalling how many chemicals and salt and sugar are used in commercially prepared foods. Still, it’s frustrating that each time things get a little easier for women, somehow the expectations on us increase and our work is just as time consuming and our “failures” just as guilt inducing. Who places these expectations on us? How can we get out from under these expectations and feelings of responsibility? Both my husband and I work full time. I know he doesn’t feel any sort of guilt or shame when our house is messy and has not even considered that home cooked is better let alone felt the pressure to work even harder to ensure we eat home cooked. So, be it resolved that we should eat home cooked and let something else slide, like perfectly decorated and perfectly tidy houses. We should definitely give up the appearance that all of this is effortless.
I know this isn’t my blog, but it’s my birthday and this is my rant.
She’s right. I’ve been putting a tremendous amount of pressure on myself to be perfect at all of this, and it’s not necessary. In fact, it’s counterproductive. I was mulling this over today when a friend posted a link to an article about how difficult it can be to be a mother in our culture. It’s a great read.
So instead of rushing around sweeping and mopping and scrubbing for the rest of C’s nap, I’m going to loaf and have some tea. And when she wakes up, I’ll be a much happier mom for it.