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Pittsburgh’s Demon Mothers

This summer, a number of news stories featuring wandering children found by neighbors or police or children abandoned or left home alone have been featured in Pittsburgh.  Today, was another example of a news story, this one  with a video of both the two year old child in the arms of paramedics and the mother being lead handcuffed and crying.

As my yoga studio is inspired by the Matrikas, fierce and intelligent women who held their own in battle and were equally talented at compassion and grace, I feel the call to comment.  The reality is that I do not know the details of theses cases and I am well aware that child abuse and neglect is a terrible social problem.  Even the term “social problem” puts a rather sterile label on what must be a terrible and soul shattering experience for our youngest community members.  Yet, I’m not sure what the benefit of these new stories could possibly be and would be interested in a news feature that reveals the struggles of young mothers living in a society that, regardless of rhetoric, does little to support parents and families with young children.

I assure you that the two year old running around the street in a diaper could have been mine and it could have been yours.  Is there a mother out there that hasn’t been so exhausted that they had to take a nap?  I’m not talking about exhausted like, “Gee, I could really use a nap.”  I mean, mother exhausted—-as in, “This body is not going to do one more thing.  Game over.”  It’s not beyond my imagination that I could have plunked my toddler in front of Sesame Street on a hot summer day in nothing but a diaper and lay down for a few minutes to, as my mother used to say, “rest my eyes.”  And, it’s not beyond my imagination that, while I rested, my toddler could have let the cat out and then, realizing that he could open the door, run outside to chase the cat.  It didn’t happen, but it could have.  Would it have made me a bad mother?  Should I be arrested?  Or, was I just an exhausted mother who, in desperation, made a poor decision?  In none of the stories that I saw featured this summer was a father chased down (Maybe no one knows where he is?  Who he is?) with reporters screaming at him as he sobbed, “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I’d like to ask the same of the reporter.

Again, it may just be that the cases featured in the news are situations where there has been gross neglect and abuse of the child.  If these cases have now come to the attention of providers of services for children and families that can support and benefit these children, then I am relieved and hope that there is some relief for everyone involved.  But, from the way these mothers are demonized, it seems to me that the very person who has stuck around and done their best and could benefit the most from support and guidance isn’t going to get it.  Quality childcare is expensive and mothers who do not work outside the home and care day in and day out for their young children have very little opportunity for respite on demand.  Family leave is only granted to working women who have worked for their employer for a certain number of days (in many cases, a years worth of days) and who work for companies with more than 50 employees.  Even so, the leave is without pay and many new mothers are forced to negotiate childcare during an already exhausting and overwhelming time. For parents who are juggling more than one job and daycare and night care (yes, there is such a thing), it may be that there is absolutely no opportunity for sleep.

It’s not just poor, young, single and uneducated women who find themselves in difficult situations without childcare.  Even more mature mothers with years of over-education and shiny looking CV find themselves trapped between work and family.  Just this past spring my young child was too sick to go to school and I was up with him sick the entire night.  My husband was up too, but then had to leave for work at 5:30 am.  I tried to find someone to cover me at the studio and teach my class, with with less than 2-hours notice and so many of my teaching team also being the mothers of young children, no one could do it.  So, I brought my son to work with me and tried to teach the yoga class with him there.  That day, I received a gift from my community.  I taught the class and was interrupted a few times—including one interruption that included a rather loud request that I help him in the POTTY.  During the class, all of my students were kind and generous and seemed to dedicate themselves to a rather disorganized practice with incredible sweetness.  After class, I sent out an apology e-mail expressing my gratitude and indicating that the class was offered without charge due to the conditions.  In response, every single student from that class sent me a beautiful and honest e-mail about how it wasn’t necessary and that they were happy to support me as a mother.  One even claimed that she was delighted to note that she smiled more in that particular class than usual.  Can you imagine?  Sure, you can shake your head and say, “Well, of course, it was a bunch of hippies doing yoga!  Of course they were generous.”  But no, instead I would like you to see this as an example of the incredible impact of an act of generosity and kindness towards a mother of a young child—–a married, older mom with a small business and an Ivy League education. This is the beauty of an intentional community and I am forever grateful to my community and their ability to release their own expectation of what the yoga class was supposed to be for them in order to make it a gift to me and my family.

Rather than demonize mothers, I invite us to consider how we can, each of us, extend kindness to mothers, fathers, families and adults who work with young children.  What may seem like a small act of kindness can have a huge impact on the life of a young child and family.  Please, do not be shy!  Even an offer of help, an extension of human generosity and kindness can make a huge impact.  When you see a mother with a young child screaming, instead of looking away or feeling annoyed, get closer and ask if there is anything you can do to help or just acknowledge that you know it is difficult, but it will pass and that they are doing a great job.  If you are an aunt, cousin, uncle, grandfather, friend and you can, offer to watch baby for an hour so mom can rest or take a shower or eat a meal in peace.  Bring a pizza by or offer a young family a covered dish or special treat. One of my yoga students and friends recently offered to bring a meal to my house when she found out that I was sick.  I didn’t take her up on it, but it was such a relief to know that if I had needed it, that there was that support there.

As individuals, we can have a huge impact by reaching out and offering compassion and empathy with exhausted parents and families that are under the stress of unemployment, too many jobs, financial concerns, fragile and expensive childcare situations and more.  We don’t have to make huge donations or stay awake at night wondering how we can save all the neglected children of the world.  Instead, we can offer the mothers and fathers that we meet encouragement and support—-be the friend and neighbor with the meal, with an hour or two to spare or just a set of kind eyes at the grocery store.

Although I am tempted to point a finger and extend a big “shame on you news media,” to the news services that provide the fuel to flame these stories of Pittsburgh’s demon mothers, instead, I invite them to do the right thing.  Why not report of the childcare problems that families with young children face during the summer when school is out?  Why not report on childcare, family leave, and the struggles created by our failure as a society to make supporting families a priority?  Why not talk about poverty, about mothers struggling to raise children alone, about mothers and fathers who struggle to negotiate work and childcare?  Why not talk about countries all over the world that provide for extended maternity leave, subsidized childcare and respite for young families? Why not feature communities and individuals who dedicate their lives to supporting families with young children?

Posted by Sharon Fennimore Rudyk, the owner of Yoga Matrika, a yoga studio in a most supportive community for mothers in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: https://www.yogamatrika.com/.

Ode to Fathers

I was recently shopping at Target for garbage bags, Play Doh and “feminine protection products” (Exactly what are we being protected from? Who is being protected?  But I digress…..)   and on my way to the cash registers I saw a large display of Father’s Day cards.  How convenient!  I figured that I would easily be able to snatch up some lovely and thoughtful cards for all the Daddies in my life.  The first one I picked up was from the “humorous” section and it had a picture of an overweight man with an exposed belly and a dripping beer can in his hand.  The overt message of the card was that the recipient deserved a day to just sit on his butt and drink this beer due to his (On all other days but this one?) magnificent role as DAD.  The undertone of the card was that the recipient was lazy and had questionable hygiene and probably spent a lot of days on the couch with a beer in one hand and clothes that didn’t fit quite right.  So, actually, not that magnificent of a Dad at all.  The next 15-or so cards that I picked up didn’t get much better. One card even made a farting noise when you opened it!   The general idea is that American fathers are golf playing, beer guzzling, lazy, farting and/or fart joke telling, overweight, fishermen with somewhat questionable parenting skills, but who mean really well.  I was embarrassed for the state of fatherhood and my quick stop for cards turned into a rather lengthy exploration of what these cards reflected in terms of our expectations for fathers and the ways in which we feel it is appropriate to thank them.

Considering the fact that over 21 million American children are being raised in single parent homes and over 84% of these single-parent homes are being facilitated by mothers, it seems that having someone to buy a father’s day card for has become somewhat unique.  To summarize, 26% of American children do not have regular contact with their fathers.  From the cards on display, it would also appear that the fathers who do stick around, are fools. Perhaps, even worse than fools.  These are unkempt fools who like to golf.  Today, I received a promotional e-mail from Organic Bouquet that offered 15% off their selection of Father’s Day gift section.  The gift section included some very expensive items like an olive tree, bonsai and a wall hanging of a brown fish that said “GONE FISHING.”  The less expensive items were cookies in the shape of backyard barbecue foods.  The discount could not be applied to any of the beautiful flower arrangements that this company offered for sale.  No, the discount was on this ridiculous selection of man-gifts—-over-priced olive trees and hot dog shaped cookies.

Can you imagine?  “Here honey, give this olive tree to Daddy—yes, he’s on the couch where he always is—-and, include this card of the fat man that makes a farting noise when you open it.  He’s just going to be so happy!”

Honestly, if this is fatherhood, is it really a club you want to belong to?  Sounds to me like a job with low expectations and no benefits.  As a society, we need to re-imagine fatherhood so that it is a role that men can see themselves playing and that we aren’t embarrassed to ask them to play.  In my role, facilitating Dynamic Childbirth workshops—–yoga-based childbirth preparation workshops for pregnant women and their birth partners—I meet a lot of men who want to be great partners and great fathers.  As a matter of fact, I know that many of them ARE great fathers and are part of a movement to re-define fatherhood.  Do some of them fish?  Yes, they absolutely do!  Do some of them drink beer, watch tv, play golf and occasionally make poor fashion choices?  Yes, they absolutely do!  Is this what defines them?  No, absolutely not.

These fathers support their partners in pregnancy and childbirth.  These fathers cook all the meals so mom can breastfeed all day and all night.  These fathers wear their babies and sing them to sleep at night and know where the band-aids are and the pediatrician’s phone number.  These fathers wake up at 2:00am and rush feverish babies with croup to the emergency room.  These fathers teach their daughters how to go down the slide feet first and push their sons on the swing.  These are fathers who share themselves and their interests with their children by taking them camping, to their favorite farmer’s market and the record store.  These fathers play musical instruments, have a love of film, poetry, good books or an interest in horror movies—–whatever it is, they are interested in something and they show their children what is possible in the world from a different perspective from their partner.  These fathers show their children that compassion, responsibility and generosity are excellent qualities in a man.

So, I’d like to thank my father for giving me the gift of music, adventure and for always making sure that I had the tools of the trade—a Swiss Army Knife, comfortable shoes and a calling card.  And, after my son was born, thank you to my father for bringing food by every night so I didn’t have to worry about making meals.  Thank you to my step-father for learning how to defrost breast milk.  Thank you to my grandfather for loving my grandma so very much and making your children and family a priority.  Thank you for being the one who didn’t mind if I wore tops that didn’t match my bottoms, for not liking my boyfriend, for helping me move in and out of countless apartments and college dorms and for picking me up from that party in the middle of the night because my ride was drunk and never, never, ever saying anything about it.

Thank you to all the fathers out there who we would be embarrassed to give these silly cards to.  This Father’s Day, let’s forget the olive tree and the ridiculously-shaped cookies and make our own cards.  Let’s create an Ode to Fathers that reflects their true gifts and the sacrifices and commitments that they make to be great Dads.  May our collective Ode be a part of a revision of American fatherhood that is inspiring and meaningful.

References:
United States. Census Department. Custodial Mothers and Fathers and Their Child Support: 2007. By Timothy S. Grall. Census, 2009. 26 Feb. 2010 [http://www.census.gov/prod/2009pubs/p60-237.pdf].