The Boss of Everything
Yesterday early I threw a load of laundry outside on the line to dry, then walked the quick mile over to campus to pick up a Zipcar. We needed the wheels to get to an alumni picnic away up yonder in Seattle. As I was walking to campus on that glorious morning, I was thinking about an irksome woman on Facebook.
A friend of mine, an orchestra musician and mother of two small boys, had posted about the scheduling nightmare she's navigating, childcare, etc. Totally valid. The stress is real; the problem is real.
One of her friends—let's go ahead and call her Irksome Woman—said something along the lines of
"Hate to break it to you, honey, but it only gets worse as they get
older." Not helpful, and, in my case, untrue. (As much as I
loved them, and as adorable as they were, everything about parenting the wee tyrants very small
children, in my experience, is a special hell.) To comfort my friend, I mentioned that,
actually, I found that the scheduling got easier for us as the boys got older.
Irksome Woman said,
"Really?!" Then reported at length her transportation woes with her
children involved with different activities. And as any parent knows, scheduling of activities is as much a transportation issue
as it is one of time.
Really! As the
boys got to be old enough to ride their bikes to piano lessons or other activities,
when they were old enough to be left alone for a few minutes so I could run to
the store, little by slowly the transportation and scheduling stress was
alleviated.
Well, poor Irksome
Woman. Riding bikes is not an option for her children. She has to
drive her progeny hither and yon because their activities are so far away. And
as a timely demonstration of how burdened she is, at that very moment had
received a text from her child who was going to need a ride home from such-and-so
thirty minutes early, from a place thirty minutes away, and she was still in
her pajamas when she got the text, meaning she had to leave right that second. "Bye!"
(I'm not being kind here, but, really, she irks me!)
(I'm not being kind here, but, really, she irks me!)
On our drive up to the
picnic together, zip-zipping along in our Zipcar, I was describing this exchange to my older son. When I
got to the "...she has to drive" part, my son interjected, "She
doesn't HAVE to do anything."
True enough!
I have kept it more or
less a secret all these years that one of the most pressing motivating factors
in my choice to homeschool was the driving. The driving was out of
control, and I found it an inhumane way to live. I did not want to be the
chauffeur. Of course there were many other reasons, but the insanity of
that daily torture, finding a parking spot, waiting, loading the small sibling in and
out of the vehicle — so much wasted time. Yes, we rode our bikes
sometimes, a much more pleasant experience, but often that was not a viable
option.
There came a point when
I realized I didn't HAVE to do that. Okay, maybe not the Boss of Everything, but I could be the Boss of School. I
could be the Boss of our Time.
Now. Irksome
Woman's stress is real stress, no denying it. (And if she needs to be the
victim of her children's activities, whatever. Not my problem.) And I am sympathetic; I do remember that when we are in the thick of it, when the stress is
overwhelming, it's easy to forget that it is temporary, that the children grow up. But that little exchange was a reminder to me that we Americans,
most of us, anyway, design our lives to be lived out of our cars. Dependence on a car is just built in. The
unfortunate necessity of a car, driving, is the default.
And that's a shame.
I am jealous that you can bike to work. As for the Irksome Woman, they do that here. Schedule the kid for activites every day after school. So music here, dance there, soccer, baseball/softball/basketball, etc. I always limited my kids to ONE extra-curricular activity.
ReplyDeleteThanks for this Annie D! I grew up in a zero car family. Our transportation was foot,bicycle,bus,train,ferry. My childhood was filled with wondrous activities: fishing, sailing, birdwatching, hiking, cycling, Boy Scouts, music lessons, dance (gasp, yes dance) lessons, choir, church, foraging, and more. No car needed. Also, no car maintenance bills, vehicle value depreciation, road fund tax, finding parking. I think we were better for it in body and mind. Thank you for reminding us that cars and car ownership are shackles.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of the things I've always envied about your life, Nicole. I admit to being a car-centered family since we decided to live in the country, but I don't plan to schedule my kids into such a cadre of activities. I personally don't believe it's good for them. Or me! And though life with the wee tyrants (you were spot on there) is a bit chaotic currently, especially with the addition of our short-term babysitting exchange (but oh, the $ does help pay off debt!), your promise of things getting easier gives me hope!
ReplyDeleteI don't drive so that always limited the child's options to activities that were within walking distance or reachable by bus. Yes, there were times that it would have been nice to have been able to offer more options, but on the whole, I don't think she was overly deprived.
ReplyDeleteNow that the child is an adult (and teaching in South Korea), she's very transportation savvy. (And, to date, she doesn't drive either.)
Regards,
Kareni
She made it to South Korea! Gosh. Good for her!
DeleteE flew through Seoul on his way home from Thailand, had a very long layover, and was able to tour around a bit. He was very impressed with the trains -- heated seats!