{"id":1577,"date":"2007-12-04T05:49:11","date_gmt":"2007-12-04T05:49:11","guid":{"rendered":"0"},"modified":"2007-12-04T05:52:11","modified_gmt":"2007-12-04T05:52:11","slug":"im_not_quite_su","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/?p=1577","title":{"rendered":"I&#8217;m Not Quite Sure What&#8217;s Setting Me Off Here&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A <a href=\"http:\/\/scatter.wordpress.com\/2007\/12\/01\/choices-consequences-constraints\/\" target=\"browser\">confessional<\/a> from an academic parent that just flat rubs me the wrong way (via <a href=\"http:\/\/crookedtimber.org\/2007\/12\/02\/choice-and-social-structure\/\" target=\"browser\">Crooked Timber<\/a>):<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>I spent a lot of those years exhausted and angry. We continued to have only part-time child care. Some nights I put the children to bed crying because I knew they were better off crying alone in bed than interacting with an angry sleep-deprived mother. I was furious that I had to make constrained choices and could not have the life I wanted. When he was home, my spouse was &#8220;superdad,&#8221; who did a lot of the work and played a lot with the children, so there was a big hole when he was gone. He was aware of how much he did when he was around, but not of what it was like when he was not around. I wanted him to confront the consequences of the work-home choice he was making and feel just as bad as I did. In retrospect, I probably should have used more paid child care and household help, as the children would probably have been better off with a saner mother, but I did not want to concede defeat to the constraints in my life. I preferred feeling angry to adjusting.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I need to think about why I&#8217;m reacting so strongly to this. It goes on:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><i>Because I have never regretted putting my children first in those years. Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get me wrong, I&#8217;ve certainly regretted some of the ways I handled the situation, and I can feel as jealous and resentful as the next person when I compare my professional status with that of the men who &#8220;passed&#8221; me while I was on the mommy track. But not the core decision to put the children first. That decision had negative consequences for my career, but it had positive consequences, too. As they say, few people in the cancer wards say, &#8220;Boy, I wish I&#8217;d spent more time working.&#8221; Spending time with my children was, in fact, its own intrinsic reward, and my relationship with them now that they are adults continues to be rewarding. I do not mean it was always fun or inspiring. Children can be very selfish and annoying, and it is traumatic when they have problems you cannot fix. More than anything else, parenthood taught me that I am deeply imperfect, that I am capable of doing things that I disapprove of and that hurt other people. But I grew and deepened as a human being from these very struggles and disappointments. I became less self-centered, less self-righteous, and more open to and forgiving of the struggles and disappointments of other imperfect people. I feel good about my ability to sustain a rich relationship with my children despite all our imperfections. I also learned a lot from hanging out with stay-at-home moms about choosing priorities, having a sense of perspective about life, helping each other out in a pinch, and norms of reciprocity.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And this expression of sentiments I ought to agree with completely is leaving me cross-eyed. I&#8217;ll think about it a bit and am interested in what other people think on reading it. (<i>A note to readers: I have three sons, shared custody of them and had custody of them at various times in their lives. All of the parents they share are parents first and foremost.<\/i>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A writer on the challenges of parenting is making Armed Liberal annoyed and he&#8217;s not sure why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1577"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1577"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1577\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1577"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1577"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/marcdanziger.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}