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What’s a Stay-At-Home Mom?

A reporter from the Toronto Star interviewed me a couple weeks ago for a story about mom bloggers and Mother’s Day. The story was printed on Friday and it’s a pretty innocuous Q and A piece with four Toronto-area bloggers. But this is how I’m introduced:

Rebecca Cuneo Keenan, a 34-year old stay-at-home mom, blogs about motherhood at Playground Confidential.

I’m the only blogger who is described as a stay-at-home mom even though I did talk about the other freelance writing I do in addition to blogging. The reporter even asked me about being a stay-at-home mom and I launched into a spiel about how I don’t think I know any stay-at-home moms. There are some, I’m sure, but everyone I know who is at home is working some kind of side angle. I said, paraphrasing myself, that, “It’s less about staying at home and more about trying to work in some flexibility.”

This article in The Star isn’t a big deal and I’m not actually upset or put off. But I can’t help but feel like my childcare costs are unnecessarily high for a stay-at-home mom. I mean, I would have booked a pedicure if I knew I didn’t have to work.

The truth is that I didn’t come right out and say, no, that’s not right, I’m a “work-from-home mom,” like Lena did. I didn’t clarify that I’m only home with the kids part-time or that I’d really rather be described as a writer.

Why not?

Partly because I was being interviewed as a mom blogger. Mom blogging, in fact, has been a great platform for my writing and has helped me secure a lot of other, non-blogging work. (See this Mom-101 post for an excellent discussion of what kinds of doors blogging can open.) Insofar as this was an interview with mom bloggers about Mother’s Day, I didn’t want to diminish the fact of my motherhood. I am home with my kids a lot. I write about being home with my kids  and I identify, at least in part, as a mom blogger. Sure, fine.

But I also can’t help but feel like an impostor.  Does the fact that I work from home, with only part-time childcare, around nap schedules, late into the night and on weekends somehow make me less of a professional? Is there a reason someone who knows that I maintain a blog and write for other publications still calls me a stay-at-home mom? I feel like I’m just a mom who is managing to do this cute little writing thing on the side and that’s nice dear.

So the question remains. What exactly is a stay-at-home mom? Do I qualify? And if I do, why does the term rub me the wrong way? Not that there’s anything wrong with it!

I’ve talked about this before on the blog and on Facebook.  I never know what to say when people ask if I work outside the home. I mean, no, I work from my basement for the most part. Is that what you mean? Or do you mean to ask if I do other work than (the all-consuming and exhausting, yes) job of raising my three kids? I do. But is there a threshold where one crosses over from stay-at-home to work-at-home to plain old working? Is it hours logged? Or number of invoices? Or how much I get paid?

This much I know. For four months, when Colum was just over a year, after my mat leave ended and before I picked up a couple serving shifts, I earned no money. Other than that, I have always contributed a part-time income to the household. You know, mad money! Like the kind you use to buy groceries and shoes for your kids and to pay for hockey, swimming, t-ball, chess club and piano.

I also know that I don’t work full-time. I did hold a proper office job for a brief stint right before Irene was born and I still fantasize about those peaceful lunch breaks. Notwithstanding the lunches, though, working part-time from home is definitely not nearly as demanding (on the work-for-pay side of things) as a full-time position outside of the home. I get that. But isn’t it still work?

It’s hard for any parent who is home with the kids, fitting in work where they can and trying to make things happen. But I also don’t think anyone called my dad a “stay-at-home” when he was our primary caregiver and writing his PhD dissertation. Members of our working class family might not have understood exactly what it was that he was doing but they were pretty sure it didn’t involve homemade bread and paper mache crafts.

The image of a housewife or stay-at-home mom is still culturally ingrained. And like the off-the-mark description of Rebecca Woolf and her blog Girls Gone Child in the New York magazine Retro Wife article illustrates, mom bloggers are even harder to figure out. Woolf is obviously a full-time working mom with a nanny and a top-ranked blog and a gig with HGTV. But because she blogs about motherhood, because she documents the precious moments of her children’s lives, she is depicted as a throw back housewife.

Let me say this. No blog that is worth mentioning is mainstream media is going to be written by a stay-at-home mom.

There are blogs that are merely hobbies, for sure, and they can also be lovely and brilliant. (Or, as often as not, they are unbearably self-involved, meandering and boring.) But they are inevitably intermittent or short-lived. Nobody sits down three to five times a week for years on end to write consistently top quality posts if they are not treating it like a job.

I write something every day. These days, I typically publish three or four posts on this blog and write one or two op-ed posts on a wide range of topics for iVillage.ca every week. I also like to have at least one other freelance project on the go for Today’s Parent or some other publication. Then I have the entire other job of dealing with the administrative and technical tasks that are part of running your own blog and freelance writing business. I also attend PR events when they are relevant, spend hours scouring the internet for relevant topics and attend “mommy” business trips (aka blogging conferences).

So what do you think? I guess I can start losing the stay-at-home descriptor. Fair enough?

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Daycare Despair

“What do you do for childcare?” This is a seemingly innocent question that can really get under my skin. The true answer is that we care for our child ourselves. I’m home (and often out and about) with Young C from Monday to Friday and Ed picks up Saturdays while I work. That leaves Sunday for family time. Still, I tend to babble in circles. “I work from home, you see … uh, yeah, freelancing … well, no, I’m not very productive, I guess … he’s on a wait list for part-time care … I do work Saturdays …” The problem is partly that while I did not want to work a full-time job and have to hire someone else to care for my child, I also had no visions of becoming a stay-at-home mom. There was no love lost for the tele-help job I’d held before Young C was born, either, and I thought I would be able to pursue a part-time career as a writer while I stayed at home. I have done a teensy bit of writing, but I finally have had to face up to the truth that I’m just pretty drained after putting in a 12 hour day as a mom. I wound up having to pick up one or two waitressing shifts over the weekend to make ends meet, which, of course, leaves even less time and energy for doing the work I want to do. It hasn’t been a horrible set-up considering that I get to take care of Young C all week and then can make pretty good money in just a couple nights. Until now. The fast pace and long shifts and crowded dance floor of the restaurant cum live music venue where I work means I won’t want to be there for the second half of this pregnancy.

The other part of the problem is that I have been trying to get child care. At 18 months, I decided that Young C would probably do well in a daycare setting on a part-time basis and set out to register him somewhere. But this is Toronto and unless you’re willing to let the retired lady around the corner watch your kid, you have to wait. (And we’re not even looking for a subsidized spot — that’s a whole other story.) Now I know there are great agencies that assist with finding a regulated home care spot, and I’m sure that many of those women do a wonderful job. But I wanted Young C to have interactions with his peers and be cared for by fully trained Early Childhood Educators. I wanted a daycare centre, yes, but I wasn’t particularly picky beyond that. I wasn’t worried about getting him into a Montessori program, for example, particularly after learning about their TWO YEAR wait list. So we toured the local High Park Jr. YMCA and spent $40 to get Young C’s name on an estimated four month wait list for any two days a week. Five months later, I’m told that a spot has opened up but they no longer support part-time care. What?!? We had all our eggs in this basket, assuming that our flexibility would make it fairly easy to find a match. Hell, we could even do one or three days a week if we had to. I was told that they would double check the policy and call me back.

So, plan B. Novus Day nursery is around the corner and offers half-day care, which is even better than two or three full days for us, and they start at two years old. So we make an appointment and are told that Young C would be able to start within a couple weeks. Even though he’s not quite two, they are impressed with his language and independence. Great. Tick, tick, tick … I call back a month later to find out exactly when Young C can start and now the story has changed. They have space, but are only licensed to care for two children between the ages of two and two and a half. So we have to wait until the end of June. The difference between having him in for six months before baby number two arrives and we likely have to pull him and four months seems huge. Starting him now would have meant a few weeks of financial cover while I worked at writing during the week and kept my restaurant gig on the weekends. There will be no such cover in July. The cost will be even harder to justify since my father and teenage brother will be available for occasional child care during their summer vacations. So we’ll see how it goes. I’ll try to drum up some work in the meantime and maybe we can enroll him for just three mornings a week.

So, what do I do for childcare? I’m still figuring it out, and something tells me that there’s really no long term solution when it comes to kids. We’ll do what we can for now, and when there’s two babes in the picture, we’ll figure something else out.

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