Have you ever wondered what children of academics do for fun? I have your answer. It’s a bit alarming. You’ll want to sit down for this.
A few weeks ago I was invited to be a part of a panel at our university (my partner and I both teach there) for the Delta Phi Epsilon Professional Foreign Service Pi Chapter Sorority. Clearly, it was fancy. They wanted me to talk about “intercultural communication” since I spent some time living and teaching in Brazil. The other professors on the panel were fancy, too. It turned out to be a lively conversation which concluded in me making a public rant against our family policies in this country versus other societies in which I’ve lived. They gave me a brief soapbox, so I took it. The room was full of smart, earnest young women who raised the roof when I lectured on what it really means to be a working mom in a country that is often offended by public breast feeding. They were shocked to learn that as a high school teacher in a public school I didn’t have maternity leave. And if my kids got sick, I went without pay. And that my salary exactly equaled the monthly cost of health insurance and childcare. I was unleashed. In my defense they’d asked why more women didn’t seek public office in our country. I suggested it may have to do with our policies toward families i.e. birth control, childcare, etc. I suggested that my struggles were minimal compared to a woman without an education, a job, healthcare, and an equal partner. Whew.
As a thank you for not actually baring my chest and nursing a child in front of them, the sorority gave me a beautiful pen set and a coffee mug from AU filled with chocolate. Like a good working woman, I was hiding my children outside the door to the lecture hall. My talk concluded at 7:30 p.m. and my partner had to teach at 8:00 so we were doing the childcare shuffle. You’d think Piper and Sissy would be proud of their mom, right? Raising awareness and fighting for their feminist futures, right? Nope. They saw the chocolate and clobbered me.
When we got home, they did what normal kids do: they ate the chocolate.
But then, they began sorting and collecting data.
Piper did the sorting and the eating. Sissy took notes. The children of academics know good data when they see it. So, of course, the next logical step was to prepare a presentation. You have to share your results with other academics, you see. A power point presentation is a must.
Once the research was concluded and the data was collected, they moved on to making meaning out of all of this chocolate. Piper continued to eat the data.
And now you know what the children of academics do for fun and why you don’t ask their mommy a question unless you really want to know the answer.
This. Is. Awesome. Since I’m not an academic I was wondering if, in a few years, Miss C could intern for Piper and Sissy?
Yes. We’re taking applications now. I’ll put in a good word for Miss C. She comes from good stock so I have high hopes. She’ll need to get her tutu on for the interview, of course.
Your soapbox rant is awesome! We need more to shout it from the rooftops. And your daughters are brilliant. Of course.
Thanks for enjoying my rant! I was shocked by how many people assumed that women have maternity leave in this country. I spent four years accumulating 26 sick days that I cashed in when I had Piper. I was the breadwinner then (my partner was getting his PhD) and made a little north of $30K (public school teaching being so glamorous and highly paid). You know what happened after my glorious six week leave (from which I still had to grade and write lesson plans) with no more sick time? Kids started getting sick. They do that, you know. Again, me with my education and my partner and my health care. Imagine if I didn’t have that. Okay. Stepping down again from the soapbox. Boy, you know how to get me fired up. Thanks for the shout out to the girls, too. They are worth it all.
Love this! Thanks for stopping by at 4 mothers. So glad to have found your blog.
Thanks! I love the conversation over at 4 mothers. Glad our paths have crossed.
Shout-out to my professor for being the best one on that panel. You are truly inspiring, as are your children. Rock on, prof! (:
Oh, Sarah. I’m blushing. I’m so proud to be your prof. Now, go change the world for the better. Please. (After you finish your research paper for Monday, of course)
Has Isabelle taken the GRE yet? She is clearly headed down the path to grad school. One of my favorite posts so far!
Thanks, James. No GRE yet, but she seems well on her way. The funny thing is she doesn’t yet know she’s a scientist. She loves Math, too. If I tell her, though, she just rolls her eyes at me.
I didn’t realize there was going to be math involved.