One Smart Mother: The Blog

Last Thursday, I received a call that my cousin JoAnn had lost her battle with cancer. The news came while my two teenage daughters and I were away on vacation before the oldest heads to college. JoAnn and her husband also have two daughters – now in their forties. JoAnn was courageous in her fight for many months. She spent very little time in the hospital and died in her home, thanks to her will and the support of her wonderful husband and family. Joann was the daughter of my grandmother’s sister Mary. Aunt Mary was one of those aunts who always had a fully stocked candy dish whenever I stopped in for a visit. We always laughed as if we were both kids. JoAnn spent her entire career teaching young women early childhood education – she taught teachers. As our extended family is Italian, careers were not usually the main topic of conversation at gatherings – food usually held that spotlight. JoAnn married Carl on the day after Christmas, 1965. They were just a few months shy of having shared 45 years together. Carl was also a teacher and apparently a very good listener, as JoAnn would want to share the stories of the students about whom she cared very much. Many of my memories of Joann and Carl are of two people who stayed close to each other at family functions, usually among the most sensible of the bunch. Today, during the funeral, my respect for their relationship grew even more. As my older cousin, JoAnn and I would discuss our common interests in the education of young children and the importance of a teacher’s training. But it was through the words of others that I learned of the countless lives she influenced. The old metaphor of ripples created by a single pebble seems perfect here. JoAnn never sought fame or fortune. Her life’s work was her passion. Her students and their students were influenced in immeasurable ways. Her relationships, both personal and professional, would reap the rewards of a woman living her life with intention. Walking into the funeral, my thoughts were with her husband, because he and JoAnn had been so close – of the sense of loss that must be overwhelming. When we all said goodbye, I realized that my assumption did not reflect the strength shown by JoAnn and her family. Carl is proud of her and can smile about their life together. She was a true role model for her daughters. Amy has chosen to stay home raising her two beautiful children. Kristen is single and, as she describes it, “makes others laugh” for a living. She creates promotional events for corporations and is in the Guinness Book of Records for “most elves at an event” – actually, Aunt Mary’s genes might have played a role there, too… Kristen made sure that JoAnn’s wish was granted – that the Notre Dame fight song would be sung at the funeral luncheon – It was lead by her 10 year old grandson. I did not head back to CT with a sense of loss, but rather gratitude for JoAnn’s example of staying true to one’s values and following our passion – to be that pebble, casting ripples out for the benefit of future generations. JoAnn was not a CEO, nor did she publish a book or run for office, but she left this world having created a legacy of passion and strength and love.

“Oh Toto, I don’t think we’re in Manhattan anymore.” Recently, I happened onto The Baby Shower episode of Sex and the City and hit the record button as fast as these 51 year old eyes could find said button on the remote. Why? Candace Bushnell provided a wonderfully witty, yet poignant, snapshot of the experience I like to call landing on mommy island. It took a moment for me to convince myself that Sex and the City had not merged with Mad Men. The four ladies, looking like the female equivalent of Men in Black, knock on the perfect door of the perfect house on the perfect street, to be greeted by the perfectly dressed – but not in black – mother to be. As the suburban ladies, now moms – none of whom are dressed in power black – boast of their perfect children, sons in particular, Miranda comments, “So all I have to do to meet the perfect man is give birth to him”. Charlotte instantly buys into the program(ming). When they present the mom-to-be with a “Bellini baby basket”, Samantha heads to the bar for a different Bellini. Carrie ponders whether she will be the next one to hop onto the baby express, ” As I watched Laney tear open a terry cloth bib with the same enthusiasm she used to reserve for tearing off a rock star’s pants, I couldn’t help wonder, was I next??“There were just too many brilliant observations and metaphors tightly packed into a single episode. For the city woman, is the suburban dream really an urban myth??

Last night, I thought I posted a fairly innocuous comment on my Facebook page: I am writing about doctor moms and lawyer moms. You see, when Becky and I

via Do Doctor and Lawyer Moms Have It Harder?.

While the parenting market is flooded with new books (see last blog on what makes an expert), an extremely noteworthy addition is about to be released. Wiley Publishers is launching The War on Moms: On Life in a Family-Unfriendly Nation : http://bit.ly/9Ww12E Why life is harder on… http://bit.ly. While she beat me to it, this is the book I knew had to be written. Now the real work begins as we challenge corporate America to join France and Sweden in working with not against families. One Smart Mother works on the front lines to support professional women as they face the challenges of new motherhood.

No, this post will not focus on postpartum mood disorders. I am referring to a yet to be named phenomenon that contemporary women face during the transition to motherhood. The flood of information – websites, blogs, magazines, books and other traditional media – brings my own self-described information-seeking mind to the brink of overload. New and aspiring mothers can turn to hundreds of sources, then toss around their findings with their friends or on their own blogs. After all the filtering, what is the information that is not just someone’s take on these topics, but research and experience driven “facts”? If one has authored a book, is that the criteria for “expert”? In the 1960′s, women absorbed their copy of Dr. Spock’s Baby and Child Care, trusted their pediatricians and filtered advice from family and friends. While the choices were miniscule in comparison to our information universe, was this a less neurotic grasp at “getting it right”? One Smart Mother loves Lisa Belkin’s Motherlode. Ms. Belkin can turn out important information in a smart and friendly format and her bio speaks for itself. Thank you to Lisa Belkin for being a trustworthy guide in this sea of quasi-educated opinionated information.

Being proactive pre and post pregnancy begins in the preconception stage by making conscious choices. Like everything in life, our lives as mothers evolve. What works for us one day may need to be reevaluated the next. Personal/professional identity and roles need to be adjusted as children grow, parents get older, mates change. High-achieving women often find the most difficulty in adjusting to the motherhood role. The laser focus of perfectionism either has to find a new target in the baby or the lens has to be softened.

Through education and with the support of groups and individual consultation, hopes and expectations can be addressed, thereby reducing stress and guilt. Despite the myriad of information available online, in print, there is tremendous power in the human connection of meeting with a group. Sharing in a respectful atmosphere helps to normalize the experience. Individual consultation can help a woman identify priorities, values and other important factors toward making proactive choices in her life.

At a workshop at Harvard Medical School, I have been discussing the topic of high-achieving women entering motherhood. We all agreed that such women often have a more difficult time adjusting to their new role. One young very upwardly mobile mother said, “Oh yes, the narcissist”.