On Women Having It All

Though I heard about Anne-Marie Slaughter’s article in The Atlantic just after it was published several weeks back and read a bit about the ensuing debate about whether Slaughter or Sandberg (Sheryl; her TED talk and commencement speech at Barnard in 2011 as “the other side”) had it right regarding women having it all (or not), I only recently found the time to read Slaughter’s piece, Why Women Still Can’t Have it All, and find myself still immersed in a thought process of it. Slaughter, the first woman director of policy planning at the State Department, and Sandberg, COO of Facebook since 2008, are, no getting around it, incredibly accomplished women. Both are extremely well-educated, successful throughout their careers in a number of impressive positions at many impressive places, and concurrently, wives and mothers. On the surface, it would be easy to both say they had it all and wonder how in the world they did. I feel stressed just thinking about how they managed to handle pregnancy, birth, heading back to work, raising the kids, succeeding more, traveling, public-speaking, exercising, their marriages and so forth. Women like these truly do appear to be superhuman. I’ve got a lot of energy, and I can really pack a lot into a day, but nothing, NOTHING, like this.

As it turns out, Slaughter ultimately felt that while she did “have it all,” she also didn’t. She left State after her 2 year term was up and returned home, feeling that the needs of her teen sons (in Princeton) just couldn’t be met with her in Washington most of each week. And she has a terrifically engaged husband who was the primary parent when she was away! The reactions to her decision to leave government and write the essay fell largely into two camps: piteous- leaving was sad and unfortunate OR condescending- she must not have been committed enough. There were also comments along the lines of “don’t do this, what kind of example will you set?!”

And this is where Sandberg was drawn in, for she feels that one of the primary reasons there aren’t more women in top leadership positions is that there’s an “ambition gap,” that for a variety of reasons, women aren’t dreaming big enough. Slaughter questions this, and so do I.

First let me say that in no way can ambition(s) be generalized among women. One’s dreams are another’s nightmares. One’s idea of balance is another’s idea of insanity-provoking mayhem. For some, motherhood is IT; for others, it’s a choice about which they feel ambivalent or wholly uninterested. The same is true about women’s thoughts on careers. And let me also say that I write, as do Slaughter and Sandberg, as a woman who is financially secure, able to stay home by choice, able to think about these issues in ways many others cannot. I feel inordinately grateful for that.

Though mine are not of the ilk of heading up any large corporation, I certainly do have ambitions; on the simple end of the spectrum, I’d like to read more than 2 books a year, and on the other end, I’d love to have more time, real and sustained time, to commit to cooking, catering, teaching and writing. I could have done this before I had children. Indeed, I remember those years in which I could immerse myself in my studies and interests, my job and relationships, I remember myself before kids.

But I always wanted to be an at-home mom, a really good one (an ambition in and of itself!), and I know that without my kids, I wouldn’t feel complete or be the woman I am today. I might not have the same ambitions I do now, might not strive for the balance I do, might not know what for me constitutes a good and healthy and happy life.

The issue here, then, isn’t one of ambition but one of balance and possibility.

Parenting children well requires an enormous amount of time, attention, love, input and creativity. If you’re not doing it, someone needs to be or is, or the children will suffer. So for mothers with ambition, that’s the first challenge. You’ve got to put your interests on hold, get some serious help in the childcare department, or find a way to work around naps and other breaks from your kids. If you’re putting your stuff on hold, you’re either thrilled to do so OR you’re going to have to work on acceptance rather than resentment. If you find that motherhood isn’t the end-all-be-all in the fulfillment department, you’re going to have to reach out and get some help. This is often much more fraught than it sounds.

How do you know who to trust? Will they do it as well as you might? And are you OK if they don’t? What does that even mean? What role will your partner play? Is that role good enough aka is their way acceptable in the context of your way? Can you handle leaving in the morning if kids are wrapped around your legs asking you not to go? Can you handle coming home in the evening hearing that they took their first steps or said their first words? Can you take off your parent hat, don your work hat and then switch again later?

These are really tough questions, and they’re even tougher in actuality. It’s one thing to do it, and it’s another thing to process and act on it. As I knew I would stay at home but then found I couldn’t do it 24-7, I know how hard it is to find a balance there. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve left one of my boys with a babysitter, someone I know they like and have fun with, for just a few hours, only to have a wailing, distraught face in the window as I head away. It is wrenching and awful (although it generally lasts no more than 2 minutes because they realize it’s OK and get distracted doing something else), and this is what I’m talking about regarding possibility. I can’t work at home unless I leave and sneak back in through the basement. Because my kids have never been those who nap for three hours at a time, fitting more than a shower into their 45-60 minute sessions was nothing more than a pipe-dream. My ambitions have been relegated to the babysitting hours in which I hide in the basement or force them all upstairs while I cook, to the times they’re at school or camp, and to the hours after they go to sleep.

Slaughter’s article includes a whole section on the ways in which men and women think about their careers in the context of parenthood. In essence she says, and I agree, men just do not have -by and large- the same sense of parental urgency, for lack of a better word. Yes, fathers love their children, but most men don’t do so in the same ways as do their wifely counterparts. She says:

“the proposition that women can have high-powered careers as long as their husbands or partners are willing to share the parenting load equally (or disproportionately) assumes that most women will feel as comfortable as men do about  being away from their children, as long as their partner is home with them.” She has not found this to be the case, nor have most women I know.

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“To many men…the choice to spend more time with their children, instead of working long hours on issues that affect many lives, seems selfish” to which I would add uninteresting or  not considered in the first place.

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“If women feel deeply that turning down a promotion that would involve more travel, for instance, is the right thing to do, then the will continue to do that” because that’s what’s best for their children.

This is not to suggest that men suck. My husband is an involved father who listens to me and acts upon my pleas [dictates] to be more engaged (his father was not terribly involved so he had no role model for that); he spent many hours today helping Jack build a catapult and delighting, with me, in the boys’ imaginative play before bedtime. He took care of breakfast and let me sleep in.

But I still maintain, as I think would Slaughter and many, many women out there, that the most basic, elemental response is, for most men and women, very different. Once our children are in bed, it’s out of sight out of mind for T. He can sleep through anything, never thinks to go in and check on them, literally takes off his parenting hat when their doors are closed. He adores them, but… Extrapolate to the times he’s at work, traveling etc. Me? I’m sitting here typing but also listening to every cough that emanates from Oliver’s room, have already changed the diaper of one sleeping boy, checked to ensure the other isn’t listening to yet another book-on-tape. I’m thinking about what to put in their lunches tomorrow, what needs to be packed in their camp bags.

In this context, it seems if not impossible than maybe frivolous to consider more than keeping my ambitions on par with my children’s needs, with what I, as their mother, owe them. Here is another point I feel I have in common with Slaughter: until society changes -flexible schedules, the assumption that fathers will take paternity leave with no repercussions, the idea that “stepping down to spend time with his or her family” ISN’T a cover for being fired (see p 5), the availability of really excellent childcare that won’t make you go broke, the willingness to really talk about these challenges and admit that this shit is hard – there really is a disconnect between what you might want and what you might feel you can realistically do.

As I said earlier, I don’t have grandiose plans for myself and already I feel stretched to the edge much of the time. I cannot imagine how single parents, financially-challenged parents, parents who truly love and want to succeed in their fields, do it and must feel. I am happy but I would never say that anything is a breeze or that I don’t feel pangs of loss and acute awareness of making hard choices every day. I do. Regularly. Frequently. It is worth it, but it is damn hard.

Can Women Have It All? has always sort of bothered me as a question. It’s so nebulous, so one-dimensional. Truly, what does it even mean? The answer is different for each of us and it changes as do we. There are definite societal inequalities -women make just .77 per dollar that men make in the US; some societies don’t value women at all- but by and large, I think that having it all means simply that you as a woman feel fulfilled, be it in your career, your relationships, your life choices, your sense of self. I am still searching for more balance, I think motherhood is really hard much of the time, and looking ahead, I hope that things even out some- the kids need less, I have more to give…In the meantime, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Honesty, real, authentic dialogue about these struggles helps, it connects us, diminishes differences, illuminates similarities. The most ambitious career woman and the most ambitious mother still have that drive in common. 


More on Women and "It All"

Sheryl Sandberg, Anne-Marie Slaughter, Judith Warner, Stephanie Coontz, Gail Collins, Anne and Kate Roiphe and many, many more have prominently and publicly discussed the changing roles of women since, primarily, the Second Wave of the Feminist Movement which is generally considered to have run from the 1960s through the 80s. Warner, Coontz and Collins are three of my favorite writers about this (and a whole host of other) subjects; if you haven’t read their work, consider doing so!

If you read Em-i-lis regularly, you’ll know that I sometimes put in my own two cents about what I will henceforth call, The State of the Women. Within that meta-term reside questions and discussions about: women having it all; what that means; should they try to have it all, and if so, why?; the general concept of leaning in or not; who are the women who can “lean in” and who are those who feel doing so is no more than a fanciful musing of the wealthy; the mother wars, aka working versus stay-at-home moms; and on and on.

The question, Can Women Have it All, has always seemed somewhat silly to me because a) why on earth would anyone presume all women want the same things, and thus, b) what meaning can such a vague question and resultant discussion really illumine? It seems infinitely more valuable to consider what each woman might consider having it all and then trying to assess how many of us get it, get close to or remain awfully far off from our personal all.

I’m thinking about this again right now because in yesterday’s New York Times, a contributing writer, Clemens Wergin (a German and the foreign editor for the German Welt newspaper group) wrote a piece entitled, The World’s Most Powerful ‘Little Girl.’ Online -why the change?- it’s entitled, “A Woman for All Seasons.” In any case, the article begins with the recent story of an eight-year-old Berliner asking her mother if it’s possible for Germany to elect a male chancellor; for this little girl’s entire existence, Angela Merkel has headed Deutschland. In case you’re wondering, I think this is FABulous, and I appreciate Wergin going on to say just how grateful he is for the role model Merkel is for little girls, including his own two young daughters, in Germany.

That said, he also discusses the fact that Merkel: doesn’t have children (so has never been pulled in the ways one presumably is when both powerful and a mother); is able to rein in any ego she might have when important decisions need to be made; was once underestimated because of her gender (Helmut Kohl once called Merkel a ‘little girl,’ hence the print title of Wergin’s piece; don’t you love that Merkel then dethroned Kohl??!!) and so could stealthily outfox other pols; and doesn’t over-emphasize women’s issues in public and politics (this has frustrated women’s groups in Germany).

Long story short, I just cannot understand why we ask and explicate and parse and analyze all these facets of a woman leader’s being when we do NOT do this to their male counterparts. It gets a little old, frankly. It’s like women have to repeatedly prove why their lady-parts don’t hinder their extra-gender abilities. Why should Merkel mean much more for Germany’s “little girls and others” than what she is: the most powerful individual in the country? Indeed, why should any woman have to stand for all the experiences and positions one might have?

I’m not trying to slam Wergin here (I do think he admires and is grateful for Merkell) except to call out what his article highlights to me: that there is still a different experience in having a female rather than male leader. Perhaps that’s because there are still so relatively few of us, but really, are women still surprise spectacles?? Are we not literally all around?

Maybe if we stop noticing when women get somewhere, especially places vaunted and rare, it’ll start to seem normal rather than surprising. And then we can simply study the jobs they do, judging them based on performance rather than their being “F.”

Naturally all of this presupposes equal starting points, equal pay and reward, equal opportunity, but in the ways it might help to STOP differentiating leaders based on gender, well…let’s get to it! -originally published on 23 October 2013

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The Pink Bike

When my oldest son, Jack, was two, he fell madly in love with the color pink. His favorite shirt was a pink, oxford-cloth button-down, now memorialized in his nursery school picture. His costume for the school mini-parade was a hot-pink ice skate. When he turned three and we bought a “big-boy” bed, he chose pale pink and white polka dotted sheets. I found this all terribly charming. My husband, Tom, however, was conflicted about Jack’s preferred color, a concern that peaked when Jack said that more than anything, he wanted a pink bike for his fourth birthday. A few weeks later, I took Jack to the cycling store, and his dad began to squirm. A magenta bike with a white seat and butterfly decals adorning its body caught Jack’s eye. Yes, this was classified as a girls bike, and no, you couldn’t get it minus the butterflies or with a different color seat. Jack declared this deeper hue to be his new favorite color, and Tom’s discomfort became more apparent.

“Emily,” he whispered that night in bed, “can’t we just tell Jack that the store ran out of pink bikes?”

“Are you seriously going to tell your little boy that he can’t have a pink bike because pink is a ‘girl’s color’?” I shot back. “You wouldn’t refuse your daughter a blue bike, would you?”

He insisted his primary concern was that Jack might be made fun of, but I maintained that such a situation would be a grand opportunity to learn more about self-confidence and standing up for oneself.

I didn’t grow up with brothers. My father was the lone man in the sea of women and now, I’m the solo woman amid my posse of boys. While I respect the innate differences between boys and girls, I’m consciously raising my sons in ways that honor traits often considered “feminine.” I want them to be gentle, knowledgeable about their emotions, empathetic. And I have little interest in stereotypical norms of what is or isn’t gender appropriate. While Tom doesn’t disagree with any of that, he entered fatherhood with more traditional conceptions of gender, a perspective I didn’t fully understand until the pink bike situation brought our core differences to light. When faced with his own son wanting something that so publicly screamed “girl,” he struggled.

Jack loved pink simply because it was pretty. In considering the bias we might perpetuate if we refused our son something because society deemed it “girly,” Tom overcame his hesitation, and we bought the bike. Jack was thrilled. Over the next year, still wearing his button-downs regularly, girls in Jack’s class began telling him that pink was not a boy color. He came home one afternoon and told me he didn’t love pink anymore, but he still liked it.

“Honey, that’s totally fine” I said, and then suggested we take our bikes out for a spin. Smiling, Jack dashed to get his helmet.

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The Two Sides of the Parenting Coin

I have found that one of the most challenging aspects of motherhood, especially as my boys get older, is how often, deeply and concurrently I feel both sides of any given issue: a desire to run away for time to myself/wanting to squeeze them and hold them close; feeling immense frustration with how long they can take to get something done/wanting to respect their personalities and appreciate that unlike adults, they don’t go through their days in a frenzy; feeling bored to tears with another round of X, Y, Z/recognizing that time is flying and they are growing up; etc. I often feel both lucky beyond belief that I have these two darling, bright, healthy boys and bound in difficult and frustrating ways.

I feel unbelievable exhaustion in some parts of the child-rearing process but also enormous pride in the individuals they are becoming.

I daydream of hours in which no one pesters me about whether or not Canada has its own space program or why the Bob the Builder doll isn’t holding a hammer, but I also know how often they make me laugh like crazy or tear up because of something dear.

If you look hard enough into Oliver’s insistence that “I only want Mommy to change my poopie diaper,” you see that there’s certainly some manipulation but mostly just love for and comfort with this lady who’s always there, willing to sing a goofy song about how stinky the poop is so little buster doesn’t squirm off the changing pad. If you witness Jack’s burgeoning independence and assertions of self, you see some unattractive attitude and behavior spout from a little boy -who just moments before was really cute- struggling to become his own self and handle the messiness of that maturation process. But if you saw him snuggled next to me in bed just an hour later, you’d realize how young he really still is and how tiring it must be to grow up and out.

To hold these experiences in the light of appreciation is at times much easier said than done. When I fail to do so, I sometimes feel both guilt and disappointment. I question why I’m not better able to take things in stride, why I don’t always have enough patience, whether or not my pushback against their demands is fair. We all hear about mothers who seem to have endless interest in every nugget of their child’s life, endless patience for all aspects of parenting. They want to practice attachment parenting to the extreme! Even though I don’t, and am quite confident in that, I do sometimes struggle with the why behind it.

love watching my kids happily scamper into school, go nuts on a just-arrived beloved babysitter, eagerly stay the night (or nights) at their grandparents’ with hardly a wave goodbye to me. I feel that these responses demonstrate that they are independent, confident and know that love comes from a multitude of sources. But it can be hard not to compare ourselves to those gals who never put their kids down, to question how we’re doing when we praise or discipline, to worry if the kids will make some bizarre connection in 20 years that you didn’t love them enough because you sent them to Camp Grandma for a weekend.

The spiral of emotions that can result from these whiplash-inducing queries adds another layer of difficulty to parenting. As your kids get older, you find that the emotional aspects of parenting are every bit as demanding -perhaps more so- as the physical stamina it requires. If you have more than one child, add to your ‘bag of challenge’ the toughness of parenting kids who are (probably) wildly different in some, or many, big ways. And let’s not forget that we‘re still individuals too, with lives that are dynamic, evolving and, in some ways, independent of the kids we’re raising.

I think all this is why I’m finding it increasingly important to have time away from the boys on occasion. That space enables me to reclaim the feelings of luck and love that get easily tamped down by fatigue, noise and struggling to juggle what often feels like an impossible number of balls. I’m still growing up and out myself and want to honor and engage in that process as much as possible. I want the boys to see that “parents are people” -Jack is currently obsessed with Free To Be, You and Me; I highly recommend you all pick up a copy of that CD and let your child go to sleep with it on as J does; great messages, Marlo and friends!- and that at all stages of life you should invest in others but in yourself too.

-originally published on 23 April 2012

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Elan Morgan is a writer and web designer who works through Elan.Works and is a designer and content editor at GenderAvenger. They have been seen in the Globe & Mail, Best Health, Woman's Day, and Flow magazines and at TEDxRegina and on CBC News and Radio. They believe in and work to grow both personal and professional quality, genuine community, and meaningful content online.