“What do you do?” he asked with wide-eyed anticipation.
“Well, I straighten the living room every morning and clean the kitchen several times a day. I take the puppy out every hour, which is no small task because there are 32 steps per trip. I go to the grocery store and contemplate my purchases of milk, peach iced tea, pop tarts and cereal, hoping it reflects nothing upon my mothering skills. I take pictures of sunsets and pine cones and random leaves in the rain. I laugh with my teen-aged children and find myself wanting to shellac them in place to this very time when I know where they sleep and they’re warm in my house. I write little snippets of thoughts that I don’t call poetry but sometimes can be seen as poetic. Every evening, I listen for the train and it brings me comfort. I share jokes with my husband and miss him when he’s working away from us. Sometimes I make scrambled eggs for breakfast. Occasionally I draw on rocks or cut butterflies out of white paper. I drive with the windows down and Tom Petty playing in the background. I drink coffee with generous amounts of sugar and milk. I clean the bathrooms and don’t particularly enjoy that task although I don’t mind running the vacuum as much as I mind doing the laundry.”
Glassy-eyed and frightened, he walked away.
If I’d have said, “graphic designer” would that have told him what he wanted to know?
Brilliant!
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Thank you.
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Love this 🙂 well said 🙂
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Thank you!
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That is such a great post!
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Thank you so much.
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Fabulous!
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🙂
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Awesome! I clung to every word. Relating. Not only do you take beautiful photos, you create beautiful pictures with words!
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Thank you so very much Jodi.
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This touched me deeply, Sylvia. A riveting portrait of a caring, warm creation of the sacred in the ordinary. Thanks for a great start to the day!
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Thank you, your words are always kind and thoughtful.
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Love this! Funny how we must have a title to capture one’s attention when we really live in these other moments.
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Exactly.
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I love it. I used to be the proud career woman who asked this question of people too. I’ve since had to take a career break and my has it opened up the rest of me. The circumstances under which I came into this were not good ones, but man am I glad for it. Didn’t get fulfillment from my title anyway.
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Interesting how an event that is perceived as negative can look so positive with distance.
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Yes. Happens often.
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some folks just can’t handle the truth, i guess! 😉
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That’s the truth.
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I love this! Put so beautifully.
I’ve always hated when people ask me what I do.
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Woven into a conversation, stemming from something else or phrased differently is usually ok. But sometimes the ridiculousness of the actual question and the timing is just off. And then I say something (shorter version) like this and I’m both proud and horrified at the same time.
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Hi Sylvia, women do many things at the same time, taking care of kids and home, working outside home, our world is a crazier one, and most people (men and women) don’t recognize it. A title is more important than the love and care we put on what we do for them.
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Yes it is and I find it troubling. Most of the time I go along quietly but some days, well some days I don’t.
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Very nice!
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Thank you.
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❤
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What a great reply. I will remember this when this same question reaches my front door.
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I usually go along and answer in an “appropriate” way. Sometimes that question, phrased in that way, just really annoys me. Also, of course it depends on how its being asked. I probably shouldn’t join any networking groups.
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Love this post! Very very true.
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Thank you.
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Oops! 🙂
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Love this!
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Thank you.
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🙂 this is kind of like people asking me where I am traveling and I tell them I am living, not traveling. They usually find a way to end the conversation shortly after.
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Right, if our answers don’t fit into the expected responses, some people loose interest quickly.
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I, too, have an aversion to such categorizations – that sort of party chat, but I also love to play with words and create new titles for such inane questions. I was once a “Fiscal Shaman”. Lately, though, when asked, I like the flavor of saying “artist”.
Love your blog.
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Thank you and welcome.
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Thank you, Sylvia! This makes me re-appreciate what my wife does significantly! 🙂
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🙂
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I laughed so hard at this post! Truly inspired, passionate, and profound. 😀
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Oh good, laughing is always a good thing! Thank you…
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LOVE this!!
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Thank you.
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Wonderful post. Have a great weekend.
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Thanks so much…
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I looove your ‘ little snippets of thoughts’ and the big ones too.. I can read them all day long 🙂
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So nice of you to say that. Thank you.
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You have an inspiring blog and it is a pleasure to read. I was once asked (when I had two young pre-schoolers at home), “..and you, do you work?” My reply was, ” All Mothers work!” As if to say not being engaged in paid work, meant your role was devalued. Keep up the great work. I look forward to more gems like this post.
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Thank you! Welcome and stop by again…
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Awesome answer 🙂
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Thank you!
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Love this.
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Thank you.
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Love it! Some people just don’t get it – what we do is more than just what we do at our “job”
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Yes, exactly.
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