Archive for July, 2009

Why “Career Mum”?

July 17, 2009

What is a career Mum?

Well, someone who sees motherhood as a career, of course!  Not a job, or what they do at the moment, or something on the side, but how they define themselves.

I first remember wanting to be a mother when I was a pre-schooler.  It was kind of a pain that I would have to wait until I grew up, met someone and got married to have kids.  Even at school when they would give us career counselling and I would say that is what I wanted to be I was faced with the ’80s mantra of “women can do more than that”.  Yes I could have children if I wanted (we need the species to continue, afterall), but we don’t really dedicate our lives to it, do we?  Do we?

Or do we?

Yes, I was very good at school.  Dux kind of good.  But I loved the domestic arts.  I went to uni.  I studied engineering and science (that is what “smart” girls do, right?)  I worked as a professional.  I was waiting to be a Mum.

I continuously chose relationships over work, much to the detriment of my “career”.  Even if they ended up being the wrong relationship, it was worth the risk.  Work, like uni, was what I did while I was waiting.

And then one day there were two little lines on a white stick.  At last it was coming together.

Being a full-time stay-at-home Mum is hard.  It can be brain-numbing and frustrating.  There is very little respect.  There is no money (although everyone assumes you must have lots).  There are no breaks – not even toilet breaks, so forget about days off or sick leave.  There is minimal adult conversation.

And it is the best job in the whole world.  I am glad that it is mine.

Gingerbread Dinosaurs Facing Extinction!

July 16, 2009

I love to cook.  I am even pretty good at it.  And baking is really my thing.  But biscuits are another thing altogether.  For some reason, baking biscuits just does not come easily.

So of course, baking biscuits with a 3 year old assistant and a 1 year old supervisor would be really easy, wouldn’t it?

My kitchen is the size of a shoe box.  Not a boot box, or the kind of box that men’s shoes come in; much closer to to the size of box that children’s first shoes come in and you later use for storing farm set pieces.  My littlest LO is going through that delightful stage where, if it opens, he opens it; if it can be emptied, he does.  He is great fun roaming around the kitchen.  My big LO loves to help, so it was no surprise to hear the familiar sound of a chair scraping towards the kitchen, already beautifully decorated with scattered salad servers and chopsticks and egg-rings.

And then the biscuit dough was S-T-I-F-F.  I had made pepparkarkor at Christmas and frozen extra batches of the dough, but with the current cold weather I had trouble getting it malleable enough to roll.

So there I was.  I was working in, at most, a metre of benchspace;  my left shoulder was pinned against the pre-heating oven door;  my baby was opening the under-oven drawers into my knees, desperately trying to remove the contents;  my 3yo, with his chair against my right knee, leaning against my right arm, was walking dinosaur biscuit cutters over the bench, roaring.  And I was struggling desperately with the biscuit dough, working up a sweat and wondering how I would ever get them baked before mothers’ group.

Suddenly in my frazzled state I stopped.  I looked at the chaos and saw the colour in the salad servers on the floor.  Those dinosaurs were having a great time stomping about.  And my two little boys were having the best time of all “cooking”.  Now THAT is why I am a Mum.  To create moments like this for them.

I redirected the little one to another drawer.  The dinosaurs explored the sink.  I finally battled that confounded dough into something sort of flat and thin.  My big boy helped cut them out and decorated them with the sugar I had coloured.

They were so delicious they nearly didn’t make it to mothers’ group.  And despite my two proud helpers, there were none left to take to Nana’s the next day.

Hello world!

July 16, 2009

I am a slightly crunchy, Christian, career Mummy to two little boys (Possum born 2006 and Chicken born 2008), who babywears, and tries to practise grace-based discipline (although I don’t always succeed!)

I also have a fantastic Hubby.

I love to cook and paint.  I love the sky and bubbles.  I am not very good at housework and I really hate driving.

I live in Australia.