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Thanks to Sheryl Sandberg and her recent book, Lean In:  Women, Work and the Will to Lead, women are engaging in critical conversations on work and motherhood like never before.  While I like the expression “Lean In,” I must beg to differ that this catch-phrase will work for most real women.  After 15 years of clinical practice, working as an in-house therapist to various workplaces I feel pretty confident that I can report out on which direction everyday women are “leaning.”  For the sake of keeping up Sheryl’s proverbial compass, I argue that most women are in a perpetually diagonal, navigating a constant see-saw pull between work and home life, and trying very hard to do it all, and have it all, in whatever way that means to them.

In my grandmother’s era, women were told to lean out of the work arena, and focus entirely on motherhood, and matrimony.  In my mother’s era, women were told to lean into work, but only in certain career trajectories.  In my era, I was told to reach for the highest star professionally. But once motherhood entered the picture my feminist pioneers’ messages seem to fail me and I felt quite frankly that I had been sold a bad bill of goods.  As a full-time worker and mother to twin boys, how can I have it all, and do it all, all the time?  I have learned to lean out, for various reasons including the fact that I am not a superhero (despite my herculean schedule) and I need to give myself a break.  I have spoken to thousands of ordinary, yet extraordinary women nationwide who have concurred that modern motherhood comes with a slim margin for error, meaning we are all just one child’s strep throat, common cold, or call from school away from needing to lean out again, and again.

“Lean In” is part of a great book title.  But seriously, women today are so tired of being told what to do, and how to do it.  I truly believe our feminist pioneers’ greatest gifts to us was giving us choices.  As long as we continue to flex our choices, we are far from stalled in moving feminism forward, and our own sense of leadership.  Choice empowers us with options on how to live, and this sense of choice is our modern day birthright.  The dizzying choice most women seem to be making today looks like a lot of leaning in and out, and out and in.  Mothers have told me of their struggles, fatigue, and ever-present guilt.  I have heard a cry-out for support, validation, normalization and voiding judgment.  Hats off to Sheryl for creating motherhood buzz.  Now we need to keep the topic on center stage, and honor the many directions we choose to lean.

 

As we pulled out of our driveway to embark on an 8-hour road trip up to Canada, my husband announced to me that our sons are “too old to go with Mommy into the bathroom.”  He will be officially “on-point” for all bathroom breaks.  “But, they are only eight and a half years old,” I argued.  “They are hardly aware of gender differences in the potty.”   I was also concerned that he would go crazy if he, and he alone, has to go every time one of our twin boys announce that he has to go potty.  After all, it is a long drive, and a long week ahead.  My mind also raced to a future “what if” question:  What if there is no male grown-up around to take my sons to a public potty, do they still go on their own?     

My first emotional response was sadness.  There’s something sort of sweet about my little boys accompanying me into the “Ladies’ room.”  This is intimate time.  We have always shared the tasks of daily grooming with ease, and chatter.   

I was also struck by my singularity now.  As a mommy of boys, I would no longer have any company.   I felt lonely at this thought.   I will be on my own, alone, while the three of them go together.  I will be missing out on time together, on simple but still connecting conversations.  Like being left out of an inside joke, I would go my own way.     

But, my husband would not budge on his strong opinion that it is time for our boys to be in the Men’s room only.  None of my arguments were taking hold here.

An hour later, it was time to pit stop.  Another hour later, another one of our boys had to go.  Two hours later, it was lunch time, another opportunity to go.  My alone-ness was for real.  But, then it was also sort of free-ing.  I was no longer on-point for this particular physical need for our kids.  I was free to even “rest” at a rest stop.  I had time to get a coffee.  Do I dare admit that it was even relaxing?

As the week went on, there were so many bathroom stops, too many to count, and each and everyone became “my time,” my own down-right giddy downtime.  My husband spent a lot of time shuffling one or the other of our sons to the potty.  His task was tiring.  But, supportive glances were all I could offer, the tide had turned.

A turning point indeed in my mothering has occurred.  A separation imposed by gender, and social constructions has amassed in my maternal world.  With this change, comes worry that others are not far behind.  Will we soon need to practice increased modesty around our home?  Will our gender differences rear other less obvious separations?  My head has certainly started spinning about these separations and individuations up ahead.    

But, for today, this change has also freed me up in one dimension.  And I have started to enjoy my new found potty-liberation.  I am no longer jumping up every time one of my little guys needs to go.

  • Today, my soon to be 8-year old twin boys played Animal Idol.  I must admit it was pretty darn cute.  “Cuddles” the big brown bear won and “Blue Puppy” came in second place.  While I listened to them play the roles of judges and contestants, I started thinking that there was a lot to learn from watching American Idol.

    My one son started off as the “mean” judge, “I am sort of like Simon,” he said.  My other son corrected his brother’s misbehaviors every step of the way, reminding him (and the animals of course) that “everyone is good in their own way.”  And “trying out for American Idol is really hard; it takes a lot of guts.”

    The animals went through some tough moments, moments of heartache.  Ah, the pain when “Squeaky Dolphin’s” dream was squashed.  “Yellow Duck” hardly made it past his first chorus.  In today’s culture, wherein every kid gets a trophy just for playing in the league, rejection is rare.  This might be my boys’ first real glimpse of non-sugar coated life.

    While I certainly don’t want my kids experiencing the real rawness of this rejection, at least not yet, I am seeing that the parallel process from this show has merit.  While one of my sons made sure that none of his animals were “laughed off the stage,” he processed all the related feelings.  

    We read and talk about “building resiliency” in our youth today, but we work hard to shield them from the very experiences they need to build their calluses.  I know that I am certainly guilty of safeguarding my little boys from so many of life’s pains.  So for now, I guess the least I can do to expose them to the good, bad and ugly of the world, while also seat-belting them in every which way, is to let them watch American Idol.

Real Women Talking author and psychotherapist, Jennifer Finkelstein, has heard women across the country talking about the ways in which they are part of a “new generation” of women. Jennifer has heard women talk about being socialized to ’want it all,’ and ’have it all,’ in whatever way the ’all’ means for each individual, in a dramatically different way than their mothers and grandmothers. Many women have shared that their mothers were limited to very few career trajectories, and were socialized to be mothers and wives, as their primary life focus.  

Today, women are given a different script. One respondent in Philadelphia shared that she was “taught to reach for (her) highest star, and pursue (her) own dreams, without the mere mention of couple hood or motherhood planning.” Many women shared that, before they had children, they truly enjoyed their liberating and empowering choices. But, once children entered into their life balancing acts, choices were not the same blessing, but rather their choices led them into an often crazy-making, stress/guilt inducing life cycle.

Choices are creating a serious, everyday rub because our modern workplaces, fast-paced culture, and our partners are not doing a great job of fully supporting our choices. Too many of us are suffering: operating like a whirling dervish from activity to activity and from work to kids, and back again. Choices will only serve us if others are supporting our choices, free of judgments, free of socialization’s limitations, and with incredible flexibility and co-parenting.

Real Women Talking needs to keep talking so we can figure out “how” we can engage in our choices, without trying to be some kind of super-hero. We are a new generation of women indeed: motivated, smart, educated, conscious, busy, empowered and liberated like no others before us. But without too many role models, we will need to be each other’s champions and cheerleaders. Join our think tank. We would love to hear how you are navigating your choices….

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