When I was a child my mother had one of those hippie political posters on the wall of the kitchen, you may recognise it – a job advertisement listing the skills a parent needs and the appropriate wage and then pointing out how undervalued Motherhood is. I remember very clearly sneering as a teenager at what I saw as outdated, no longer needed feminist soapboxing.
Having always worked – mostly in ludicrously low paid retail jobs I am now at home raising my son and daughter full-time. I worked after Zeph (8 yrs) was born but frankly the childcare costs came to more than my wage when I planned to go back after Ida (2 yrs) was born. We can squeeze by on my partners wage until I formulate another plan.
Until then it seems I am a little woman, a homemaker, a domestic do-er. Can’t tell you how sick I am of the what do you do? question. Frankly quite a bloody lot and most of it’s pretty boring but it’s all fecking vital and oh the irony Mum – REALLY undervalued.
Also I actually really like making stuff. Clothes and jam and steak and kidney puddings. All the stuff that makes, well, a home damn it. Yet would rather be free with a fork Betty Blue style than actually utter the words homemaker to the fore mentioned question. I also swear too much, have a pretty sketchy mental health record and would describe myself as a feminist.
Frankly life’s a struggle isn’t it? I’ve always been a drifter and thought I might document some of it here… and I’d love to hear from you so please feel free to post any comments!