Moms, move over. Dads, lean in.

I had another conversation on this, my pet peeve, this time with a good friend from my past. He asked me how I ‘manage’ when I travel. And also was very impressed that my husband could ‘manage’ our son in my absence. Although I’ve had this conversation many many, MANY times, I was a bit surprised because I thought we had similar upbringing, and didn’t expect this conversation from him.
It made me think. 

I’ve also had conversations with close friends who are dads-to-be, whose idea of fatherhood is EXACTLY the same as my idea of motherhood. Means they want the whole experience. The sleepless nights, hours of unexplainable crankiness, cutting back on work, tracking their child’s littlest physical need and emotional mood. This conversation ends in them sighing regretfully, because they usually defer to their wives’ idea of parenting, which is that she knows best and makes the rules of parenting, thus dictating the role of the father.

There’s a clearing in the middle which represents perfect equal parenting, and a long walk from both sides to revel in this idyllic pasture.

Moms, get off your pedestal. Facilitate equal rights to parenting.
You know as much as you were taught or exposed to which may be more than your husband, because of the way girls are shaped from childhood. This does not make you a better parent than your husband. For you, equal parenting means being clear from the start that you don’t know it all. Because you don’t. Every mom will tell you that despite all the ‘training’ she got on this prior to having a baby, it’s a different and unique journey. A journey that is enriching because you figure it out as you go along and this emotional and mental engagement in your child is what makes it fulfilling. Taking dad along on this journey means stepping back and letting some things go so that dad can step in. Expect more from dad and give him room to experiment. And if you’re the sort who likes the control you get from maintaining that the realm of parenting can only be done by you, then get over it – that’s unfair and a bit unrealistic.  

Dads, lean in. Claim equal rights to parenting.
You know as much as you were taught or exposed to, which depends completely on your childhood environment. This does not make you better or less knowledgeable than your wife. And if you didn’t get the exposure, there’s a wealth of experience to draw from; people have had kids since forever. There’s forums online, reams of written material, older and wiser family members, and of course, your wife to discuss and learn with. Parenting is a unique journey for each person, that is enriching because you figure it out as you go along and this emotional and mental engagement in your child is what makes it fulfilling. And if you’re the sort who finds it convenient that your wife ‘manages’ the house and kids, then get over it – that’s unfair and a bit cowardly.

And to everyone else, recognize the stereotype - they creep up in everyday conversations - and call your own thinking on it, and then invite others to challenge these notions as well.

The cranky pot whiny monster

Beat the traffic, rein in the road rage, and finally get to my parent’s house to pick up my son.

Time check. If I leave here in 10 mins I’ll be home by 7.30pm then 30 minutes for dinner 15 minutes for bath 15 minutes story time and he’ll be asleep by 8.30 that makes it 10 hours of sleep before he wakes up at 6.30am and can catch the bus for school without being cranky all morning still not enough sleep for his age but can’t help that now that’s what it’s like having a working mom he better learn to deal with it…

“Hi Dad….DHRUVVV, come on get your shoes, let’s go!”

“NO.”

Deep breaths.

Dad’s voice floating in from behind the kitchen counter “You want a sandwich?”

“No thanks Dad. I got to rush. Come on sweetie. We have to go now. Dad, has he eaten? When did he eat last? You know he gets so cranky if he doesn’t eat……PUT ON YOUR SHOES DHRUV! ”

Whining and shoe finding drama in the background. Probably hungry.

“Really, Dad, I mean why can’t he just eat and be in a good mood. He won’t eat, then he gets cranky and doesn’t want to eat, but all the time he’s hungry and I’m trying to force him to eat so he’ll be in a better mood. Kids are just so illogical!”

A sandwich has appeared on the kitchen counter. I wolf it down. It has been 6 hours since lunch.

“I mean, seriously is it so hard to know that when you’re hungry? I mean I try to teach him this all the time – if you’re hungry, eat, and don’t be a cranky pot whiny monster.”

More whining and shoe finding drama in the background. Finally got all his stuff found his shoes checked his bag everything’s there its been more than 10 minutes now recalibrating he will sleep only by 9 now ruining everything sigh better prepare for a cranky morning.

“OK, bye Dad. Got to go and stuff the monster, he’s hungry and will be super whiny all the way home. Thanks for the sandwich!”

Apparently kids never do learn how to eat when they’re hungry and not be cranky pot whiny monsters.

 

What would happen if you told your boss you couldn’t travel because it was your kid’s birthday?

Well if you are a man, you wouldn’t because this would seem frivolous. If you are a woman you wouldn’t, because it would make you seem like you obviously preferred to stay home and care for kids rather than work.

Either way, your child loses out. Growing up, I was always made to feel special on my birthday. My dad, who was away at sea, would send me the prettiest card full of glitter. My mom, who ran her own pre-school and managed four kids, would still find time to stitch me a new frock, and my siblings were tasked with decorating my place at the dining table for breakfast.

Making children feel special takes time, planning and yes, also needs to be recognized by your boss as something worth pushing back for. And I think needs to be done by moms and dads, because nothing makes a kid happier than when his parents connive to make him feel special.

This is a choice that managers can make, one that is guaranteed to foster immense loyalty by the very simple decision on how they react to such an honest reason for not traveling. In one story narrated to a child at home, a boss is someone who keeps his parents away on their birthday. In the second version, a boss is someone spoken of with affection and gratitude.

Which manager are you?

#100days200words: Day 3 - Why it’s important to mindfully address stereotypes

When I strolled out in blue Spiderman pyjamas, my young nephew was flummoxed.

That’s a boy’s pant! You can’t wear it!

But I like Spiderman.

If there was a Spidergirl, you can wear it. You’re a girl.

Hm.. is it ok if girls watch Spiderman on TV?

Yes. TV’s fine. But that’s a boy’s pant. Spiderman is a boy.

Hm. So what if I like you? Can I have a photo of you on my T shirt?

Yes.

So then, why not Spiderman on my pyjamas?

There’s girl’s clothes and boy’s clothes – Spiderman is for boys.

What about flowers? Is that a boy or a girl thing?

Girls.

Those shorts belong to your uncle. ( husband’s flowery Goa shorts)

Thoughtful.

Anyone can wear anything they like, sweetie. (Not convinced, but thinking about it)

I often wonder if I’m being radical by addressing a stereotype whenever I come across it. Thinking about it though, the societal order is so strong, it’s a given that gender-based role enforcement will happen. In this case, there’s no bias in his home, but obviously there are many possible influences in a child’s life. My conclusion is that it’s important to address a stereotype when you recognize it, because if an alternative is not presented, it can never exist. Choices are needed to make good decisions, such as buying the right phone. Choices must also be needed to decide what principles you want to buy into.  

100 Days, 200 Words

All successful writers attribute their success to one thing – that they write. Not what, when, or how they write, but simply that they write. For a few years now I’ve had an existential crises, and it seems like a vague voice tells me that my purpose is to write. Okay, I may be reaching here. Perhaps my work isn’t quite validating my life, and I’m stuck in an everyday routine that looks like it won’t change for the next 15 years, so I’m looking to escape. Discussing my bleak outlook one day, at midnight, battling sleep for quality time, when my mind has relaxed over a mojito (or maybe two), the epiphany came from an unlikely source – my husband. Unlikely because he is the motorbike-fixing, Handy Manny sort, and runs the other way from anything ‘arty’. Whereas I’ve written for companies for ten years, and have the process of crafting content perfected to a science. From what he’s heard, he pointed out, it’s only about sitting down and writing 200 words a day. Perhaps it was the mojito, but I couldn’t argue. (and I can always argue).

So I pose myself a 100-day, 200-word challenge. Where will this delicious adventure lead, and what will I discover?

The men who do it all

These are two of several surprising conversations that I happened to have in various situations. When I think about them, they bring me hope. So no more intro text from me – I want these to speak for themselves.

Conversation 1:

At a major power exhibition, an industry that has been a very traditional and hence male-dominated domain. I spent three days with a group of experts, diverse in their Indian cultures, passionate about their technologies. Here I connected with a first time father of an infant, a few months old. He is from Bihar, working in Chennai. His personality is very outgoing, - he finds humour in everything, and puts me instantly at ease. When we talk about kids, I’m surprised - it’s the kind of conversation I have with other moms! His wife goes to work from 7.30am and he goes to work from 3.00pm to midnight, when she gets back. He takes on complete caregiving all day, along with supervising the cook and domestic staff. I mention to him that what he’s doing is pretty admirable, and he seems confused about it. She’s my baby, he says. When we talk, he refers to ‘my baby’ all the time, like any new mom would do. When I bring up how tough it must be to balance everything, (a question that moms seem to really respond to with emotion), he says, “You know, I think women complain about things a lot. I do everything that my wife does, and I don’t stress about it. I mean, I’ve got a baby in one hand and I’m getting her food ready with another, and explaining to the cook what a Kashmiri Mirch is, and it’s all fine!”

Conversation 2:

This is a chat conversation with a group of my girlfriends, who are at various stages of life – newly married, some with small kids, some with grown up children. With chagrin, one of them vents about how she was having the ‘you don’t do enough around the house’ fight. In the course of this, she and her husband sat down and listed all the work around the house and who did it. She was most annoyed with the results. “It wasn’t a fight I expected to lose!!” she said. Another one who was recently married chimed in that she had a similar experience. “Actually it’s a perception of inequality that we have.” She summed up.

In the larger context which is overwhelming – where basic issues are so predominant, like female infanticide, menstrual taboos, continuing education of girls, encouraging young women to pursue careers as well as marriage – these pockets of change bring me hope.

I think that maybe the answer is not to talk so much about the victimization of girls, but to also make shining examples of the men who do it all, but don’t consider it anything special.

 

 

 

 

'Maternal Instinct' is a myth.

It's a daring thing to say, but as soon as we all realize that maternal instinct is a myth, it brings parenting to a place of equal opportunities. I'll explain.

Being a 'Mother', 'Ma', or 'Amma' in India has been only a woman's role, and has even been sanctified to the place where everyone now believes that only a mother can truly 'understand'. Even women of today subscribe to this belief, perhaps to protect a domain where they have complete control, or just from the fact that there has been no other point of view aired or accepted.

When a new born baby is put into your arms, despite everything we think we know and are prepared for, the one thing that most women know for sure is the niggling truth that she knows nothing about this little stranger. Then from a force of pure instinct, she knows she must care for it, and protect it. Then she sets about figuring it out. Now  I'm willing to bet that every dad who has been a primary caregiver, or who has been a single father with no family support will tell you that this is the exact same experience they have as well.

It's instinct, for sure, but not maternal. It's more about intuition, and this is a word that we understand now with every smartphone and piece of technology trying to be more and more 'intuitive'. What's intuition? It's the knowing and understanding someone so well that you can predict their behavior and needs.

In caring for a child, this intuition is only fostered by the sheer amount of time you spend with the child. This is why moms have traditionally understood their children better. I give you an example, when my son was an infant, we had sleepless nights, like any other parent. There were nights when he would simply cry. We'd check off everything - he was fed, burped, no fever, clean diapers, not cold, not warm....there was simply no rational reason. All moms get to this point, and then realize that there is nothing to be done except hold the baby, sing songs or make soothing noises and wait it out. Now this is where endurance kicks in because that baby could cry nonstop for three or more hours. Somewhere in those three hours, after getting to a place where you have resisted the strangely real urge to shake the baby, even the most rational person is 'willing' the child to be comforted, and resorting to spiritual recourse. But when the child eventually sleeps, you know. You know that you can always comfort this child, it just needs so much patience and commitment.

That was a long anecdote, but there's a point. In this experience of trying to soothe a nonstop crying colicky baby, most often a dad would give up in 30 minutes, hand over the baby to mom with the argument that maybe nursing was the answer. And so I've heard from several of my friends who are men, "No, he will only sleep when his mom puts him to sleep". or "She keeps crying with me, she wants her mom." Not true. I've seen my husband wait out those three hours, determined to comfort our son, I've seen my father sit up at 3.00am in his bed, prop his grandsons on his lap and wait it out until sunrise, I've seen some husbands pace around the hall through the night carrying the child....They get it. There's no maternal instinct, just determination and commitment. They are rewarded too - an infant builds trust in any adult who can wait them out, and as their trust grows, the all night crying reduces.

Parenthood is a learning experience, and when we women give up our proprietary rights to 'maternal instinct' and knowing it all then it becomes a shared learning experience. We share our theories, our frustrations, we both apply much thought into what is good for the child. Because we are both involved, our understanding of the child is the same. So many times I've seen occasions where the mother has one perception of the child and the father has another, and then it becomes a competition about who is right, and children are master manipulators ready to play the situation. The experience of caregiving is so powerful and rewarding, that choices are then made not based on stereotype, but on individual aspirations of members in the family. A father may want to spend more time at home, so opt for a job that is less demanding, thus also creating the need for his wife to work so that they can manage as a family. A mother may go to work with no preoccupation of who is looking after her child, and find a sense of self outside of her family.

I believe that this is a choice that women must make - in letting go, and including their partners. It's threatening, yes, and not the easiest decision to hold back and not take over complete caregiving. But it's the single most important and best parenting decision I have ever made and had to stand by many times in our son's first few years - to resist the urge to show I know more or better, and simply say when being asked how to look after our son, "I don't know. Maybe we could try this, or that, but really I have no clue."

Conversations with a three year old at bedtime

Don’t go down to feed the dog after I sleep. I’ll be all alone.

I’ll be right downstairs, and besides you won’t be alone. Jesus will be with you.

Where is He?

In your head, in your heart, and everywhere.

(Silence.)

Is Jesus in my neck?

(I’m sticking with it) He is everywhere.

(Chuckles, that grow into laughs.)

Jesus is in my gonne? (local lingo for snot)

(Trying not to laugh too much, but sticking with it)

Not in your gonne, but in your head and heart, and wherever you are.

(Delirious nonstoplaughter) Jesus is in the fan! Jesus is in my tummy! Jesus is in my head and heart, and in my neck and gonne!

I give up and join the laughter. I consider it a win. He has understood enough to see why it’s funny.