Tuesday, July 22, 2008

PUTTING IT IN A FRAME

This has been kicking around for awhile, but I’ve had trouble bringing all the threads together.  I’ve a got a picture. Now if I can just fit it in a frame
Harking back to my entries on canning and stuff.  It was work, but it wasn’t. There was time between batches to kick back, read a little, harass a little sister (or be harassed), pull a weed or three, to just be. That’s how I was raised. That’s what families do; or did. And that’s what they did for generations. What really bugs me is that when the work gets entered in the balance sheet for gross national product, all that ends up in the final total is the cost of the materials. There’s no line in GNP for the creation of the ties between friends and families.
The work was done within the family or with friends. Think back on all those stories of barn raisings and quilting bees. The work got done, but no money changed hands. More than likely everybody went home with tired bodies, full stomachs, the satisfaction of a job well done and enough juicy gossip to keep tongues wagging until the next get together.
No income was recorded. No taxes paid. Well, in our case, dad got paid by Pope and Talbot for managing one of their cutting crews, but that information got put on a different line on the balance sheet.
I’m sure it wasn’t some sinister conspiracy, but somehow we’ve been convinced that it’s more productive for both parents to work outside the home and pay someone else to provide the things we did for ourselves. Or try to squeeze all that “unpaid” work in around the edges.
And no, we didn’t do it all. No family could ever provide everything they needed from within the family. They always had to fill in with what they couldn’t do themselves. And no, I don’t want to live in a country where the only job for woman is in the home. I like having the choices.
But, I get the feeling it’s a giant shell game. The same work gets done. But, now the national economy recognizes the value of the work because a dollar value can be attached to it and taxes get paid. And somehow the parent that stays home is seen as being less productive than if they were in the paid job market.
And I guess you need to push to have both parents in the job market while the pressure keeps building to turn pre-school into kindergarten and kindergarten into the first grade. Can’t have those pesky children taking too much time to become employable for the jobs we’ve decided are worth paying for. There’s very little room anymore for clowns, dreamers, contemplatives or other square pegs.
I truly believe we’ve lost even more. There’s a knowledge that comes from having to manage things. You don’t learn that in a class room. There’s a knowledge that comes from knowing you won’t always get what you want the way you want it. You just might have to settle for something else. You may have to wait awhile. And you just might find out that what you get is so much more than you expected.

3 comments:

buckoclown said...

I like your thoughts, and it is important to take the time to be who we are, whether it is a child, and adult, or a clown.  I am definitely a clown at heart, and usually cannot go to long without cracking a joke of some type :o)

mleighin21st said...

I liked your thoughts on the satisfaction of a job well done, helping others, and the simplicity of a lifestyle like that.  And I agree with you on the "lessons" we learned from that lifestyle, that cannot be taught in a classroom-or in front of a computer.  Can you imagine-cow milking 101, or corn husking for beginners......  :)
                                                                                             Leigh

helmswondermom said...

I am so glad to have found your journal!  This was such a well-written entry, and I can't agree with you more.  I grew up with a stay-at-home mom who sewed and gardened and canned and did just about everything else that needed to be done, and a father who worked hard to take care of us.  I have been a stay-at-home mom for two years now.  I've done both with both of our kids, and I prefer to stay at home.  My husband works extremely hard to see that I can.  It's a give and take either way, and you learn to make it work for you.  What is frustrating is not being appreciated for doing one and being made to feel guilty for doing the other.  I am home schooling our daughter and one of the reasons for that is because she wasn't being given the opportunities for exploration and creativity at school.  I came to your journal by way of Russ's stint as guest editor of the week a few weeks ago.  Congratulations to you, and I certainly will be dropping by again.  I see in your About Me description that you are a bookworm, so we certainly have that in common!  Hope you are having a good weekend.
Lori