I would pick up my son around 5:30 or 6 p.m., have dinner and do our bedtime routine -- bath, pajamas, and several readings of "Little Blue Truck." By 8:30 p.m., if I was lucky (and frequently much later), I would finally have time to myself. I aspired to use this time for something noble like making progress on my dissertation prospectus or reading for fun, but it was more often than not simply used for sleep.
While this balancing act was difficult pre-pandemic, it has become all but impossible as life as we know it has come to a standstill. With most daycares closed, the large chunks of uninterrupted work time I once had have vanished. Working hours are now fragmented by screams, whines and the "PAW Patrol" theme song.
On top of that, this situation has clearly taken a toll on my son. He has developed a marked increase in self-soothing behaviors and asks me questions like, "When will the sickness go away?" and "What is dying?" And it's hardly surprising. Regression, anxiety and depression have afflicted
many children as their routines and sense of normalcy have been profoundly destabilized.
I share many of my son's fears -- in addition to my own. I worry about the effects that this pandemic will have on my health and economic security, and that of my loved ones and the broader society. Meanwhile, developing a dissertation prospectus in this environment is like trying to build a sandcastle on a beach enveloped in a hurricane.
In a competitive sociology PhD program filled with overachievers, every minute I can't devote to work can feel like a disadvantage, and the pressure to play catch-up with my peers can be overwhelming. At the same time, in a culture of intensive parenting, every minute I don't spend working on developing my child's vocabulary, fine motor skills or other cognitive milestones can make me feel like a failed mother.
As a sociologist, I know that this working mother's dilemma is not unique to me, but one that has been well-documented by researchers since Arlie Hochschild published her now-classic text "The Second Shift," about how women entering the workforce in the 1980s balanced work and home demands. The key takeaway -- they were extremely stressed out, and their husbands didn't help much. And the tensions between the demands of work and motherhood are at an all-time high for many families like mine who can no longer rely on formal childcare.
To adapt to this challenging new environment and find meaning in my day-to-day life, I've had to break with my status quo. In other words, what has helped me cope with this situation is not what I have relied on in the past. I can't time manage my way out of this. I can't carefully craft schedules for my son and me to maximize efficiency and "productive" output. Believe me, I have tried.
This has been a difficult truth to accept. I am a problem-solver and am used to tackling any challenge I encounter through hyper-organization, hard work and mental stamina. But this global crisis is a problem I cannot "fix." It is one I simply have to accept, in all of its messy uncertainty.
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