It never occurred to me that I would be a stay-at-home mom.
My plan: I would use my ample salary as a sound editor and the time between individual film projects to create my own films, which would fall somewhere on the scale between “artsy” and “avant-garde,” and establish me as a Woman in Film. I’d enter these gems in festivals and bask in their successes. I knew I wanted children, but when that happened, I’d play it by ear.
By my late twenties, I had a great career going as a sound editor. I was in the union and I was in demand. But the first glitch in my plan had emerged — in between films, when I was supposed to be creating Art, I needed to recover from the seven-day weeks. Do some laundry. Balance the checkbook. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to spend my life cutting sound — I had happened into it and I was good at it, but it didn’t compel me the way my husband’s career in film production did him.
And then, the game-changer: pregnancy. My husband and I agreed that we’d be flexible — we’d alternate working and childcare between us. I had no idea how I’d feel post-birth, and I knew no other (female) sound editors with young children. My husband was experiencing success, so his salary had begun to surpass mine. It gave us the financial wherewithal so if I wanted to be a “stay-at-home mom,” I could.
The film industry is tough on any kind of personal life. Our first child was anxious by nature. And I had my own plentiful anxieties and a (possibly pathological) sense of responsibility to my children, which I could not have foreseen before motherhood. Between my early attempts at continuing to work when my eldest was a toddler, and what I’d have to call my intuition about what was right for all of us, I simply stopped trying to “have it all.”
My sons are 26, 23 and 20 now. They are what I am most proud of in this world. But the world isn’t necessarily proud of me back. My decision was absolutely the right thing for them. I have not one shred of doubt about that. However, now that they’re off leading their own lives (a wonderful thing to celebrate) I have to admit that I’m way behind. I stayed home — as it turned out — to the detriment of my marriage, my resume and my bank account.
At the heart of my discouraging conclusion I see society’s deep distrust and dislike of what has been called women’s work. Time spent with children — people who are uncivilized, selfish, uneducated and often difficult — is not intellectually stimulating, even if you happen to love children’s books, board games and team sports. The hours are terrible and the rewards are ephemeral. Talk to a preschool teacher about it (and so on up the school ladder). If I want praise for my decision to stay home, it’s up to me to provide it, because I’m not going to find it elsewhere. If I had even a ounce of native Zen (or came from a less ambitious background and social group) I’d have no regrets. In another place or time, I’d be resting on my laurels. As it is, I remain fiercely proud of my decision, and yet (not so privately now) deeply ambivalent.
It never occurred to me that I would be a stay-at-home mom.
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