Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Monday, July 2, 2012
The clock is ticking.
They say there is a biological clock ticking inside every woman.
The one that makes us look at children and go "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw...", the one that drives women crazy when they pass the age of 30 and makes them want to find the "right guy" to get married and have children.
I have a friend who has organized every little detail of her wedding, except for the groom. My friend is single.
Is there really a clock ticking inside of us?
It is true that there is a biological age limit for women when it comes to having children.
To me, though, it seems like there's a clock ticking inside of us not because we were born like that. It is more like Hook's clock ticking inside the crocodile; we swallowed it by mistake.
Society makes us swallow this ticking clock of the "birth instinct" ever since we're little girls.
Historical records show that the idea of the "mother instinct" was introduced, and forced upon women, only after the western society was organized on a capitalistic basis. Women had to be turned into reproduction machines in order to produce working force, in a Europe that was in great need of working hands. Along came the ideas on "femininity", that are still so deep in our society's collective mentality that are taken for granted. Women had to be kind, weak, not talk much, be the silent mothers and wives that would take care of theirs husband and feel this unconventional motherly love the moment they set eyes on their new-born babies.
How many women suffer from guilt and postpartum depression just because they realize that this is not the case? A new mother that I know confessed that she started really loving her child after it became a few months old, when it had formed some kind of "personality" and a more real bond started developing.
At my previous job I would sometimes overhear conversations in the kitchen of colleagues talking about their children and husbands. One of them said that she would rather live alone and not with her husband, because although he is a really nice guy and a great dad, he is boring.
- Then, why did you get married?- asked her friend- I thought you wanted to have children.
- I wanted the children, I didn't want the husband!
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A ticking clock is setting the pace in our lives, both for men and women. The way our whole life is organized around the clock, although many times a useful social convention, is so unnatural that it took two centuries and a lot of violence to convert the peasant into the punctual worker.
Am I the Peter Pan that doesn't want to grow up? If so, why do so many people call in sick for work so that they can just spend a day at home, children don't like school and adults suffer from insomnia and stress? Do we all have issues or is it just not normal to live like that?
I was working at a call center where I had be at work, having turned on my computer and logged in the system and receiving my first call at 9:00am sharp. We had a total of a one hour break (bathroom breaks included) and sometimes we had to book them in advance for the whole week. A stopwatch would count our bathroom break, our lunch break, our cigarette break.
"Unlike Milton’s Adam, who, upon being expelled from the Garden of Eden, cheerfully set forth at the prospect of a life dedicated to work, the expropriated peasants and artisans did not peacefully agree to work for a wage. More often they became beggars, vagabonds or criminals. A long process would be required to produce a new work-discipline. In the 16th and 17th centuries, the hatred for wage labor was so intense that many proletarians preferred to risk the gallows, rather than submitting to the new conditions of work."
Silvia Federici- The Caliban and the Witch
Tomorrow I'm setting my stopwatch at 20' and I'm running. This is the only clock that instead of stressing me it pushes me to move forward, to keep going. Maybe it's because I set it myself and every time the alarm goes off I feel like I won another battle; a battle against time, against fear and the things we're expected to do, and the things that people don't think we can do.
I was having a beer with a girlfriend.
"If you had to choose between having children and raising them alone (provided that you had the ability to do so) and having a partner for life, what would it be?"
I chose the partner, and so did she.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Three- Four- Ten
Who says a minute doesn't make a difference?
Entering the 3rd week of training we increased our running from 3' to 4', a total of 20' with 1' walking breaks. When we began ( running 1' - walking 1' ) four minutes seemed like a huge deal. Yet, it went so smoothly!
Who can tell us that a minute is too little?
I am 31, unemployed and single. My resume has a one- year gap from the time I collapsed by depression. How do you explain that at your interview? Can I tell them that being alive is a huge accomplishment?
I might become 35 and not be married, I may be 40 and not have any kids. Do I have to do these things? I mean, it's not like I don't want to but it's not like I want to, either. I'd love to have a life partner, for ever and ever. If I don't find that person, do I still have to do them? Will I be so sad of being alone that I will regret it?
The last time at the beach, our newly 30-year old friend was bragging about his sweet and beautiful little niece and showed us her photo. She was really cute, but my uterus didn't skip a beat while looking at it. I'm not the kind of girl who melts at the view of babies. I don't even know what to do with them. Do you talk to them? Say hi?
And that question... "Do you like kids?"
What do you even mean? Do I like playing with them for 5 minutes? Do I want to have them? What if I say "No"? To tell you the truth, I don't like them in general! It's like saying: "Do you like people?". I don't know! I like some... But I've met them first! What kind of question is that anyway?
I called my ex- co-worker to congratulate her on her 35th birthday the other day. She is the "skipping-uterus" type! She is single, too. She is smart and beautiful, educated and doesn't look a day over 30. I asked her if she'd done anything special for her birthday.
- No, I've stopped celebrating my birthday 3-4 years ago...
-Why?
- What's there to celebrate? My youth? My kids?
I'm still shocked and angry at her!
Maybe that's why I don't let myself consider kids as amazingly cute and beautiful. Because, if I don't get to have them I may be crashed, too, by yet another goal that has not been accomplished... Would it be really my own goal, though? Or is it what everyone expects me to do in order to be considered "complete" as a woman and as a person? Maybe I got angry because I got scared I might feel the same way what I get to be 35...
I remember being with this wonderful guy, having some cretan raki, some chopped tomatoes from my garden with sea-salt on them. The kind of guy you would never get bored with, not because he is exciting, but because you are so good for each other. An image flashed in my head, us doing the same thing, living together in a Greek island, the image of happiness. He said:
-You must be thinking of something evil again!
- No, not this time...
I just smiled at him.
Our next run will be 10' straight, and that's huge. Who can tell us that it isn't?
"If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you."
Entering the 3rd week of training we increased our running from 3' to 4', a total of 20' with 1' walking breaks. When we began ( running 1' - walking 1' ) four minutes seemed like a huge deal. Yet, it went so smoothly!
Who can tell us that a minute is too little?
I am 31, unemployed and single. My resume has a one- year gap from the time I collapsed by depression. How do you explain that at your interview? Can I tell them that being alive is a huge accomplishment?
I might become 35 and not be married, I may be 40 and not have any kids. Do I have to do these things? I mean, it's not like I don't want to but it's not like I want to, either. I'd love to have a life partner, for ever and ever. If I don't find that person, do I still have to do them? Will I be so sad of being alone that I will regret it?
The last time at the beach, our newly 30-year old friend was bragging about his sweet and beautiful little niece and showed us her photo. She was really cute, but my uterus didn't skip a beat while looking at it. I'm not the kind of girl who melts at the view of babies. I don't even know what to do with them. Do you talk to them? Say hi?
And that question... "Do you like kids?"
What do you even mean? Do I like playing with them for 5 minutes? Do I want to have them? What if I say "No"? To tell you the truth, I don't like them in general! It's like saying: "Do you like people?". I don't know! I like some... But I've met them first! What kind of question is that anyway?
I called my ex- co-worker to congratulate her on her 35th birthday the other day. She is the "skipping-uterus" type! She is single, too. She is smart and beautiful, educated and doesn't look a day over 30. I asked her if she'd done anything special for her birthday.
- No, I've stopped celebrating my birthday 3-4 years ago...
-Why?
- What's there to celebrate? My youth? My kids?
I'm still shocked and angry at her!
Maybe that's why I don't let myself consider kids as amazingly cute and beautiful. Because, if I don't get to have them I may be crashed, too, by yet another goal that has not been accomplished... Would it be really my own goal, though? Or is it what everyone expects me to do in order to be considered "complete" as a woman and as a person? Maybe I got angry because I got scared I might feel the same way what I get to be 35...
I remember being with this wonderful guy, having some cretan raki, some chopped tomatoes from my garden with sea-salt on them. The kind of guy you would never get bored with, not because he is exciting, but because you are so good for each other. An image flashed in my head, us doing the same thing, living together in a Greek island, the image of happiness. He said:
-You must be thinking of something evil again!
- No, not this time...
I just smiled at him.
Our next run will be 10' straight, and that's huge. Who can tell us that it isn't?
"If life seems jolly rotten
There's something you've forgotten
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show
Keep 'em laughing as you go
Just remember that the last laugh is on you."
Labels:
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kids,
running,
single,
the meaning of life
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