SAHM No More: Sorry, Iâ€™m A Single Working Mother And I Canâ€™t Take It Back
SAHM No More explores the the ups-and-downs of navigating a new world of parenting, transitioning from married stay-at-home motherhood to a full-time working, divorced motherhood. And there are a lot of adjustments being madeâ€”a lot of adjustments and not a lot of sleep.
We are a society that loves to label. Everybody uses labels as shorthand. I know that I do. I mean, here in New York, it sometimes seems like you can tell almost everything there is to know about a person based on whether or not they live in Manhattan or Brooklyn, or whether or not they are a Mets fan or a Yankees fan. And during this 2012 election cycle, it sure seems like you can tell a whole lot about a person based on whether they are a Democrat or Republican. And while it might not seem necessary that labels double as value judgments, that is usually exactly what happens.
Sometimes that can be acceptable. I mean, if someone wants to judge me because of the political party that I associate with or the sports team I worship, so be it. These are my choices, and I will accept the positive and negative things attributed to my chosen allegiances. But lately, Iâ€™ve been confronted with labels that have been applied to women in my positionâ€”namely, single working mothersâ€”and Iâ€™ve found that the connotations are incredibly disparaging and personally hurtful, but, even worse than that, ignorant of systemic problems.
I guess that the original trigger for me was when Mitt Romney correlated the prevalence of gun violence with single motherhood. My immediate reaction was outrage, on behalf of myself and on behalf of all the single mothers out there who do the absolute best that they can and donâ€™t need to be told that what weâ€™re doing is not good enoughâ€”and never will beâ€”simply because of the fact that we are doing it alone.
The reality is that I struggle daily with things that I wouldnâ€™t have to struggle with if I had a parenting partner who lived with me. Things like racing from work to pick up one kid from his after-school program and the other kid from his music lesson would be stress-free if I had a partner to share the burden. But I donâ€™t.
Maybe Iâ€™d be able to make it to a PTA meeting once in awhile if I didnâ€™t get home from work right after the meetings end. Maybe I would have the time to roast my own chicken instead of just picking up a pre-cooked rotisserie bird from the grocery store. Maybe, just maybe, I could be the perfect mom if I werenâ€™t alone and busy all the time. But I am alone. And I am working all the time. So not only is there no way that I can be the perfect mom, I amâ€”at least according to Mitt Romneyâ€”raising my sons to become mass murderers.
Mass murderers! Funny, really, because I always thought that I was trying to raise them to be healthy, caring, intelligent young men who will contribute to our society in a meaningful way. But maybe I should throw those plans out the window because Iâ€™m a single mom? Because itâ€™s hopeless no matter what I do? I know that the statisticsâ€”which are really just numbers that allow us to most easily label one anotherâ€”are pretty dire when it comes to the drawbacks of single motherhood. But I also know that the days where the majority of American homes are filled with perfectly traditional nuclear families like the Romneys are numbered.