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Kristine Neeley's avatar

I did not grow up in a very whole-family environment and knew that, in adulthood, that was what I longed for. To be home with my someday children. From a young age, too, I was an artist at heart, and craved an artistic life -- but was instead pushed towards paths of "success."

So much of my education experience in high school, college, and then graduate school really built out the framework of VALUE and WORTH being placed on title, status, income, etc, so by the time I got the job and the title and the income -- I threw that all out the window in a recession, started a photography business (because I could be creative AND make money), and worked from home to build that so when we started a family, I could do both. Understandably, by this point, I couldn't really make sense of what it was I actually believed about the value of my work. As an artist, business owner, homemaker -- then mother -- who all along really just wanted to be a mom and write.

I don't love housework -- I love the feeling after the housework is done. I don't love the minutae, monotonous tasks of motherhood -- but I love the feeling of being present for my children's becoming.

I never expected to homeschool, that was a 2020 thing that's stuck around for us (for now), and I think that's added the most to the tension of what it is I'm trying to accomplish as a writer AND mother AND homemaker. Because many days I'm wondering how we even got here?

Often, I think, "It would just be so much easier on all of us if I wasn't trying to write." And yet, when I don't do that -- when I spent so many years not doing exactly that -- I'm not sure that I was operating out of the fullness of my gifts. Or maybe I was, and I'm romanticizing what I've long believed was some part of my vocation.

I don't know. I don't have answers and I'm living in the tension, trying to stay in the flow of the river and off the banks... but goodness it's hard.

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Elise Boratenski's avatar

This resonates with a lot of what I’ve been wondering about as a stay at home mom and lover of writing/reading/other hobbies. I think that act of bouncing off the banks is, so often, where I’m at, seesawing back and forth. I love that used Elizabeth Gaskell as a reflection point. She’s one of my favorite authors and also seems like one of the few authors I love who I can also admire unreservedly as a person.

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