by Pater Familias
"You do the grocery shopping too?"
This old friend, refound after years and years and now a full-time mama of four, spoke like the idea startled her. It seemed to bother her, too.
But why would she even ask? I just told her that I'm the at-home parent and have been since our only daughter was born seven years ago. Isn't buying food part of the deal? Don't she and I live pretty much the same life? I mean, we're both at-homes, with kids about the same age, married to suits who ride the train into the city and do whatever heart-attack stuff executives do and come home wiped out.
We're brother and sister, man. We should feel rapport, solidarity, except we don't. This I know because she asked the grocery shopping question, which she would never, ever ask a woman. And then she looked at me like I was weird -- not my imagination.
This little scene says something about a basic condition of at-home dadhood: Isolation. You spend your days in Mamaworld, especially out here in the suburbs, living in strange detachment because you're not female. Shunned is too strong a word, but don't look for full acceptance and membership in the mama's parenting club. Usually, you don't even go to the meetings. The obvious solution is to connect with other at-home men, easy to find these days, but we don't connect so well. We just don't. Others agree with me here. I blame shame, the monster isolator.
Shame, in my own head, more than I ever expected. Yours, too, I would bet, if you do this. I am constantly amazed at how much old-school gender role baggage we carry. We know better, and live like we left traditional man-woman attitudes behind, but they don't go away. Maybe they never will.
Losing the trad dad mindset and winning the inner game -- emotional survival, feeling like a man and not a loser - these have been the biggest challenges of my at-homing. But I like the struggle. The main event, the child-rearing, I full-on love. You can't get bored because things keep changing. Get something really wired, the kid outgrows it, and you're looking at a new challenge you probably never thought of.
So it goes with a school-age child. Back in the stage of parenting a friend calls The Suicide Watch -- after our girl was up and running but still completely without self-control and any sense self-preservation -- I would look at kids past kindergarten, as she is now.. And I'd think about how much more simple fathering was going to be. In just three-four years I'd enjoy the company of a young person who didn't need to be watched every second lest she run into traffic or drink Mr. Clean, who would be fully capable of feeding/dressing/toileting/bathing/entertaining herself and carrying on long, interesting conversations with her parents, whose hard work she had begun to appreciate.
Yeah, and monkeys were going to fly out of my hind end, too.
At-home, so far, has not gotten simpler or easier. I hope it never does.
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