Monday, January 14, 2013

Feminism?

Ive been a human factory for the past 7 and a half years.   This means that every moment since sometime around mid-2005, my body has been used to grow and feed tiny people.  That's kind of awesome in and of itself, right?  Sometimes I feel like a cow, but most of the time I feel like I deserve a cape.
Does this make me the anti-feminist?  Some say it does.  Some say I'm not living up to my potential   Are women like me setting our generation back?  Should I stick a bottle in their mouth, throw them in a daycare, and run wildly back into the workforce?  Or better yet, should I have remained celibate to focus on my career?  I think not.
It's empowering for me to be able to do what I do.  Kind of an ego trip, actually.  I could look at each of my babies up until around 6 months and say, "I made that."  Sure, I had the help of a sperm cell from my husband, but other than that, it's all me.  Every fat roll on them up until then came from my body. 
As I have said before, I work from home and I home school.  I don't depend on daycare or the public school system.  My children are my responsibility.  I didn't have them so that I could throw them at a stranger and run right back to work as if nothing happened.  I'm here to protect them, to teach them, and to comfort them when they need it.  I may have to split my attention between running a business, cooking a meal, nursing an infant, and teaching the older children how to read a clock, but at least it's my attention.
I see nothing wrong with how I'm feeding into gender roles.  Sure, I cook and clean, but then again, so does my husband.  I could leave the kids with him so that he could to the cooking, cleaning, and raising while I have a career, but I don't want to.  First of all, he would suck at that.  Second of all, what would I be doing?  Sure, I'd have the self-fulfillment of my old career that I had before kids. But I wouldn't have that warm fuzzy feeling I get every time I teach one of them something new.  I'd have the guilt that goes along with working outside the home.  I've done it before and I hated every minute of it, so I made some sacrifices.
What are your thoughts?  Is attachment parenting the antithesis of feminism or the embodiment?