Posted on 03/15/2006 8:46:15 AM PST by Hannah Senesh
Who has time to spend an afternoon at home, standing aside and watching the ordinary lives of our children?
"You wouldn't believe what Ive been doing for the last few weeks," said my friend Shirley as we both eyed the sophisticated basket of baked goods at the trendiest food shop in the city, and pick at a bowl of freshly-cut vegetables gleaming with just the right amount of spiced virgin olive oil.
"Every evening I try to recreate the taste of the omelet and the salad my mother used to make, and I cant do it. I use different vegetables, I refresh the oil, I mix it up with emotionbut nothing happens. It all comes out with todays taste. I want that good old-fashioned taste."
"It's obvious," I explained, "you need to use regular oil instead of olive oil. You cant use canola, either. Go to the supermarket, buy a bottle of corn or soy oil, and youll find your childhood memories in that bottle," I assured her.
That evening I tried it at home: cucumber, tomato, and onion in a shower of regular oil with a lot of salt. It came out so perfectly that I imagined the tune of an old childrens television program and I fantasized that my mother would come out of the kitchen in a moment in a checkered apron, stand in the living room, and scold me for faking my scales on the piano again.
Once upon a time
Once upon a time the kitchen was not merely an unwelcome intruder in the living room. Once upon a time the pile of dishes did not reach the ceiling. Once upon a time, every room in the house had a door you could close. Try setting limits today.
Once upon a time, mothers were at home at 5:30, busily preparing the evenings dinner. It wasnt that they worked less than we do today. They worked, studied, cooked, and cleaned. Few had hired cooks or housekeepers; they simply managed things differently. But mostly it was the norm for parents to be with their children.
Even the most demanding job started to quiet down towards 5 or 6 p.m., and fathers came home while it was still light out, which gave rise to a custom of "being at home."
Those were the days
Once upon a time it was perfectly okay to work until 2 or 3 p.m., and anyone whose workday included a long mid-day break went home for lunch and a quick afternoon nap, which meant that parents were at home. They were present. They hovered in our lives and our consciousness. We saw them, we smelled them, we felt them.
They were not our mobile entertainment, they did not sit all day playing with us or creating activities for us, but they were there: they sent us on missions like folding laundry, had us stand beside them to peel potatoes or check for stones in the rice, listened with full attention to our conversations about ourselves, corrected us where necessary, and got involved, and there was a sense that we were not alone, so we didnt feel lonely. We didnt need to be the center of anyones universe because we were part of the world.
Who has the time for all that today?
Today, I dont know how much we are really at home, really present, as our parents were in our lives. How many times a week do we spend the afternoon at home, standing off to the side and watching the simple daily activities of our children: the struggles over the temptation to play games instead of doing homework, the small tricks over the lunch plate?
Busy lives
Most of our children, after all, eat lunch in daycare centers and come home at 4 p.m. Some are brought home by babysitters, others by a parent who rushes out from a job he is forced to cut cruelly short, and immediately they run to various after-school activities, to meet friends, or to run errands.
And who has time anyway just to sit around the house and notice the smell of the house, the special sounds of 4 oclock in the afternoon, the slow transition from full light to dusk?
Everyones in the same space.
Today the workday for parents is long and intolerable, and very few parents manage to get home while it is still light out to be with their children. Only those who are really lucky have a job that allows them, if not to work from home, then at least to do some of the tasks in the afternoon from home, within the most important four walls of their lives.
What kids want
Because that is what our children really want. For us to be home. Not to play with them all day long, not to read to them endlessly, and not to turn them into the sun that shines in the center of our universe.
All they want is for their lives and ours to be conducted, at least some of the time, in the same space for there to be enough overlap to hold onto. They want to feel we are truly there with them. Not just on the phone, giving out instructions, but really at home, in the same protected, complete physical space, busy with our affairs, working or cooking or cleaning or having a rest in the afternoon, but there. Accessible. Flesh and blood.
Perhaps if we internalize this, we will succeed in educating ourselves to work fewer hours and to run less quickly to nowhere.
This doesnt just depend on the individual, of course; it demands awareness and consideration from employers and bosses as well. But dont they want to connect to themselves from the most basic and simplest place? Dont they want to use the gift of life to the fullest instead of passing through it without any idea where they came from and where they are going?
And perhaps, if we were more tranquil and moved slower, we would even manage to recreate the taste of the omelets from the good old days.
Mystery solved
By the way, one phone call to my busy mother solved the riddle: the omelets of my childhood were cooked using Blueband margarine, the miraculous rectangle that added a gleam to every dough, that moistened every cake, and that was licked with gusto when covered with a goodly layer of white sugar on a piece of regular white bread.
I called Shirley right away: "Go buy Blueband margarine. It will bring the taste back to your omelet." But she was already standing next to the counter, stirring an organic millet pancake mix with her oldest daughter, which she intended to eat with honey and dates.
Anat Lev-Adler is the author of the bestselling "Secrets of Working Mothers", published by Yedioth Ahronoth
"Go to the supermarket, buy a bottle of corn or soy oil, and youll find your childhood memories in that bottle," I assured her."
Corn oil is my favorite. It's all in the corn oil...
Not only do jobs drain parents' day away from home, then when they do get home, they begin shuffling the kids to various activities that keep the whole family passing like ships in the night.
Here's to homeschooling--the ultimate nesting experience!
I plan on using this article in my research paper. Thanks.
Ok Moleman get back to work or you'll never get home!
It's a matter of simple economics. Unfortunately few people understand simple economics and fall back on political or emotional responses. But of course you're correct, economically.
I would assume the wage scale would be better, meaning better pay. Or am I reading what you wrote wrong? Also, this is another great point for my research paper. Thanks!
You might want to check on this, but as I recall, for many that second paycheck became a necessity, not just an option as a result.
The trend got going late in the Nixon years, but was full-tilt by Carter.
The article does make the point that parents used to spend more time at home, even when they worked. My mother worked full time but was home around 4.30 or so; my father was usually home by 6, and they both had careers (as opposed to jobs).
There were no evening school or sports activities (rarely, anyway), and we always had dinner together. Even with everyone out all day, the family dinner CAN be done, and I think too few people even try any more.
I don't believe wages were better when women didn't work. Women went to work (because the women's liberation movement told them staying home was mindless work and unworthy of women's intelligence) and for the "things" that the man of the house could not provide on his wages. The second income was gravy for some time. Eventually, it became pretty necessary for some and more necessary for those who wanted the Disney vacations, pools, BMW's and generally the importance of keeping up with the Jones'. I don't know what generation this applies to but surely someone out there knows?
Is there such a thing as career anymore? Little loyalty to employees and changing job market are examples that have provided a dog-eat-dog atmosphere. Changing jobs today is like changing underware.
It is just outrageous what college cost these days and it is only going up. Our politicians must hear us concerning this matter. And ya know, it didn't use to be that way, college used to be affordable.
Another very good point. My mother was with the same school system for many years, and my father spent his entire career with one university - first as a professor, then in high-level administration with the school.
When my husband and I were first married, twenty years ago, and I was laid off from a job (along with about 25% of the rest of the staff), my parents criticized us for "job hopping" and not having the "loyalty" they had to their jobs. A few years later my mother apologized to me for that; "we didn't realize how much the world had changed."
They both went into the workforce after WWII and retired VERY comfortably in the late 1970's, so they really "caught the wave" in terms of their timing.
We must get the government out of the pockets of working families...
Few people cook--I mean really cook. Fast food and the microwave which warms minimal servings at a time don't exactly make for a dinner together but rather in shifts.
Home cooking is part of the old style family living and as has been posted on various threads here at FreeRepublic is what many remember--especially holiday cooking and the family all pitching in.
I agree; the problem is that people seem to think it's impossible to cook a real meal in the evening. It's not. Tonight I'm oven-roasting salmon, making a vegetable to go with it, and tossing a green salad. That's going to take about twenty minutes, although I will stretch it to at least half an hour, since I like to have a glass of wine while I'm cooking and catch up with my husband at the end of the day.
Home cooking need not seem like a lost art from a lost time, if people don't let it go that way.
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