Wednesday, June 25, 2014

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.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Experiments in gender equality

My current underlying philosophy of life is around the equality of sexes. It’s opened me up to a different dimension – one where I am suddenly seeing in everyday life the subtle nuances of stereotyping. The more I see of this, the more I come back to the belief that its individualism over generalization that is the truth.

There was a moment last week where I had a person whom I held in really high esteem attribute something I did to “a pretty face and a smile”. Not only was I upset at the references that made to my competence, but also to the competence, ethics and personality of my work colleague, who had helped me on that task – whom I know without a doubt, would do the same for anyone, because he is a good person and willing to help. Not because of a pretty face and a smile.

I've decided to call references to sexism when I get them, because sometimes people just don’t realize how ingrained they are, or have not had reason to challenge their beliefs. At the end, I agreed that a smile did help, but offered a gender neutral alternate – yes, you do get further with a “pretty face and a smile” but I’d like to change that to a sincere heart and a smile, and not limit it to women – anyone gets further with a smile and an effort to connect with someone else.

Calling someone on a discriminatory remark, I've realized, should not seem like an accusation. I've found that people need reason and opportunity to question their assumptions. A non threatening “Why do you think that?”, is more effective in leading to a conversation around the roots of assumption, than a strong, passionate, “What exactly do you mean by that?”. A conversation with a single person who has an influence on you is all that is needed to start the train of thought and give it a different track from its usual route.

I had a similar experience at an interview for a gender diversity role in a large IT company. I knew nothing about the job, but was keen to explore the potential that it offered. The company was not known for its flexible policies, so we got around to talking about this, as one of the key criterion to retaining women later in their careers. He remarked that it was something that was necessary for women. My own son was not past a year then, and my husband plays a very active role in care-giving. I replied that it was necessary for any primary caregiver to have flexibility in order to do justice to being a parent and performing well at a job. To encourage more women to stay at work, it was equally important for working dads to have flexibility. It’s ironic that I turned down the job with some regret because my kid was too young and the travel time was too much.

But hey, I’m no saint. I’m a perpetrator too. My husband called me on a stereotype recently. We were buying a gift for my nephew, and he suggested a car. Without thinking, I said “No, he’s not really a ‘boy’ boy”. Being called on my statement, I realized that all I actually meant that he just wasn't very interested in cars. That’s what I should have said; and I then decided then to make a more conscious effort to focus on the person and who they are as an individual over their gender.  

The neutralization of popular gender stereotype references helps. Choose ‘parent’ over ‘mother’ or ‘father’. A pretty face and a smile to a pleasant personality and a smile. Working parent over working mom. Partner over husband or wife.

My two year old son has very few girls his age in his life. One day at a friend’s house, he referred to her daughter’s toy as ‘his toy’. And when he’s angry with me, he sometimes calls me “you bad boy”. So I began the first step in teaching a child that there are two sexes – girls and boys. I wonder - how far can we take neutralization? As far as not needing a separate pronoun? How do I balance the need to acknowledge the differences with the need to stress that they’re not important? I've got no solution here. Thoughts, anyone?

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Parent KPIs

I'm a working parent. I consciously did not say 'working mother'. Think about that. I did.

But back to the blog. Much of who I am at work influences who I am at home and vice versa. All in good ways. I recently finished this mother of all gyaan type exercise of making a plan, articulating objectives and rolling out KPIs (Key Performance Indicators) for myself and my team. And in my experience doing planning and strategy, one thing I've learnt is that you don't sweat the small stuff, but focus on the larger picture, and what's important. So it got me thinking about the KPIs of being a parent. What decisions do I want to make about what is important, that will influence all my actions for my son? Or in corporate terms..."What does success look like?" Surprising results on what I actually came to realise about what I really want to give my child.
  • Confidence - that comes from knowing his parents believe in him, have his back, will keep him on track and give him direction to grow in by discovering his own strengths. I'm going to make him believe in himself.
  • Laughter - strangely, laughter is learnt. No one is born with a sense of humour - it's completely acquired. I find Hugh Jackman and the Micromax ads absurd and hilarious. Whenever they come on, I'm tickled by the sheer randomness of it. The first time I saw that ad, I chuckled out loud and said, "It's Hugh Jackman!" in an unbelieving manner. My son laughs out loud now every time he sees the ad, saying "Huge akman!" every time he sees it. I'm going to teach him to laugh.
  • Social Skills - I'm not social, and know this is my weakness. But I will do the social thing (cursing internally at lost personal time and space) and send him to sleepovers, have his cousins over, look the other way when grandparents give in to walking around and eating vs sitting at the table.... this means I don't get the final say on how to raise my child, or what he eats, yes. But it also means he learns about family, relationships, friends. He learns that different rules apply in different circumstances, but authority is to be respected.
  • Curiosity - at work, many times I've extolled the value of always learning, doing new things, being open to new experiences. Anything that he's interested in, I'm going to show enthusiasm for, dig up youtube videos, talk trivia around it.....whether I like it or not. Thanks to the internet and smartphones, the time when kids find out their parents actually don't know it all is put off by a few years.
  • Communication skills - I'm doing this the American way. Much as we scoff at "Use your words" in India, using words helps at every level - to sort through emotional stuff internally, to understand others, to negotiate, to rationalise.....words are my life, and will be his greatest tools. 
  • Nature and environmental consciousness - I grew up with nature, but it's scarcely found in today's Bangalore. I know this is going to be an effort, but an important one.
  • Prayer - as an adult, I'm not sure about religion and God. But I do acknowledge the need to have a bigger picture, a conscience, and an ability to externalise problems, articulate them, and most importantly, to let go.
  • That we're all people - because of my recent interest in driving diversity and inclusion, I've realized the importance of not subscribing to stereotypes. People may argue that they're necessary to fit in, and bring order to society, but I'm realising they're not. I didn't really get along well with other girls, but tried really hard to fit in, but eventually realized (late in life) it didn't matter. Everyone is a person, and that's it. Accept them as they are.
Those are my KPIs, and the rest as I say at work, is BAU (Business As Usual) - will be done, but only amounting to a 'meets expectations' rating, and I'm an overachiever.I want to do more, and better.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Why the grouchy mum?

I hate happy cheerful mommies who think that motherhood is the best, most wonderful, spiritual, and fulfilling experience they could have every wished for. They're either saints or they're lying. When I was expecting, I walked around for nine months in a black cloud, and held back my urge to whack anyone who said how beautiful the miracle of carrying a child was. Then when I delivered, I resisted the longing to slap my peers who talked about how 'spiritual' labour was. I found a polite smile, and that was my outside reaction, while fantasizing about the 'phatak' sound a slap would make. All the holding back of my violent tendencies was probably good practice, because parenthood opens you up to a world of know-it-alls, an overdose of family, well meaning strangers who feed your kids chocolates, and targeted marketing that makes you think no one wants to sell you anything other than kids products. 

There's no denying that parenthood is an experience that is all consuming and life changing, but we need more people to be honest about their experiences. That's me - the grouchy mum. 

This is my journey of parenthood - it's about challenging stereotypes, rediscovering family, re-prioritizing  time, and redefining myself. Now THIS is a paradigm shift.