Monday, May 17, 2010
Stop Stalling and Start being a WoMan
Later I had a long talk with a good friend of mine from college. I called her for advice on how to approach asking my work if I can cut down on my hours. She has the same birthday as me and so we are like soul sisters even though we come from completely different backgrounds. She was born on a farm and the first of anyone in her family to ever go to college. I attended a DC private school and grew up in the suburbs. Once I told my parents that I didn't want to go to college and they took me to get evaluated by a psychiatrist.
Despite our vastly different pre-college experiences, we really click and maintain very similar values, philosophies, and senses of humor. We are both the kind of people who go and seek out challenges and activism. We both have a strong work ethic and tendency to step up to the plate and do what ever needs to get done. So I thought that she would understand my hesitation to ask to go part-time at work, and subsequent guilt. But, surprisingly, she didn't really think that it was that big a deal. She actually was more transfixed on the stay-at-home-mom aspect. Something about SAHMs bugs the women who work for a living. She made a comment about the rich white moms out in the morning with their fashionable workout gear, fancy baby strollers and Starbucks in hand. She sounded pretty disgusted by the women with money to procreate, consume, and gossip all day long.
So after consulting with everyone I possibly could, and basically stalling in the process, I just need to go for it. That's what everyone says, just pick a date and go for it. I feel paralyzed. Like if I tell my boss then I will be changing her perception of me and she will respect me less. I feel like... when I got pregnant at 17 and wanted to tell my dad...but I never had the courage to say it. I remember a moment in the car with him where I reached within a breath of letting it out, "dad, I'm pregnant" my inner monologue said. But I was like a ridiculously petrified bunggie jumper standing on the edge of the bridge, and I just turned around in fear. I don't know what would have happened. I don't know if he would have encouraged me to have the baby or encouraged me to give it up. I don't know if he would have lost all hope in me, scolded me, locked me in a room forever, forbid me from seeing my boyfriend. Maybe I would have stopped being 'his little girl.' Maybe he would have hugged me and said that everything would be ok. I had friends with babies, friends who are much braver and wiser than me. My parents never condemned their choices.
I have made so many mistakes in my selfish life. That could be the topic of a separate blog post.
Back to what I have control over. Breaking the cycle of fear and seizing the day. I'm going to push myself to talk to her by the end of the month, and ask her for my new schedule to take effect 6 weeks from then. I think that is pretty reasonable. I should have the new person that we just hired up to speed by then...
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