Saturday, September 27, 2014

Housekeeping for the Housewife?



There’s a sweet little poem that periodically makes the rounds on Facebook—usually when a fresh crop of babies arrive. You’ve probably read it, maybe you have even posted it? It goes like this:

     Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
     She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

     The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
     But children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
     So quiet down cobwebs; dust go to sleep!
     I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

I have read this time and time again, and always I nod my head. Yes, I say, how true--that a baby is for a moment, a precious moment, and then she is no longer a baby. She is a child, then an adult. Then she is gone. You will never hold her under your chin again. If you miss this moment now, you will miss it forever. How, in the face of this awesome and heartrending truth can I justify putting her down to—vacuum, dust, scour, cook, etc. etc.

This sentiment was echoed recently when Pope Francis encouraged parents to “waste time” with our children. Forget, for a moment, the to-do list, the “musts” and “shoulds.” Take a moment to gaze into your child’s eyes. To answer the 557th question. To read a story. To run through a sprinkler. “Waste” time with your children—or rather spend time with them, even when no measurable result is achieved. This is, of course, the “better part” that Mary chose when Martha was so busy doing…housework.


But—

But—

But—I have noticed something troubling. I have noticed that, in my own life, I frequently use this very argument to justify my (dare I say it?) laziness in regards to housekeeping. Going back to our little poem. It seems to me that the sentiment contained within its lines has at least a hint of this idea: “I am an enlightened, modern woman. And though I might embrace the noble title of Mother, I absolutely reject the identity of Housewife. Mothering is a noble pursuit. Housework is—not. Not valuable, not empowering.”

Housework, we say to ourselves, might be necessary--but then again, it might not be necessary. We can, after all, live with dust-bunnies! We might even begin to feel a certain affection for dust-bunnies—especially if we consider them tangible proof that *we* are good mothers who truly love our children—unlike those other women who ignore their baby and (gasp!) get out the vacuum.

There are days when I ignore the housework. On these days I like to quote our little poem to myself. “I’m spending time with my precious babies,” I tell myself “I don’t have time to dust. Or do laundry.” But—in reality—more often than not I am *not* spending quality time with my children. More often than not I am online.

And what am I doing online? And this is the funny part. I am usually on home-design blogs. And I find this highly ironic.  

Because, even if I don’t want to do laundry/dust/sweep/cook/etc.  I *do* want—desperately--to create for my family a warm, beautiful, welcoming home. So I sit in my cluttered, dusty rooms staring at a screen, searching, searching—for the perfect toy (handmade, aesthetically pleasing, developmentally appropriate), or the right rug/chair/wallpaper… in order to make my house feel like home. And what’s funny is that I am ignoring my children AND my home in order to BUY STUFF. And this is, to put it mildly, not right.

Because more stuff won't make me feel more at home—obviously, right? But it is not so obvious to me, on those Pinterest days, on those DesignSponge days, on those Apartment Therapy days.

Count on the immortal Cheryl Mendelson to speak some sense into the situation: 

“It is not in goods that the contemporary household is poor,” she writes, “but in comfort and care.” 

Yes! That’s what I want—“comfort and care!” And again: 

“Many people lead deprived lives in houses filled with material luxury.”

Deprived lives! How can this be true?

Because order and beauty, comfort and care, calmness, peace and a sense of belonging are what we want, what comes to mind when we think of HOME. And we don’t get these things by purchasing more—things! But we *can* get these things, argues Mendelson, by practicing good housekeeping.

For “housekeeping creates cleanliness, order, regularity, beauty, the conditions for health and safety, and a good place to do and feel all the things you wish and need to do and feel in your home. …it is your housekeeping that makes your home alive, that turns it into a small society in its own right, a vital place with its own ways and rhythms, the place where you can be more yourself that you can be anywhere else.

This is a high claim for housekeeping! And if this statement is true then something about our little poem is radically untrue. For the poem seems to suggest that if we are paying proper attention to those we love then we will not be *able* to take care of our home. “Leave me alone, I’m rocking my baby.” We EITHER gaze into the perfect face our precious one OR—we vacuum.

I am NOT saying that—at certain times and seasons—standards in housekeeping won’t suffer. The weeks after the arrival of a new baby, times of illness and transition. When there are many small children in a home it is impossible to finish cleaning the house. But the rhythm, the consistency, matter. And the children learn—sooner that I would have thought possible—to value order and cleanliness. Already my daughter—just four years old—has begun to appreciate neatness and beauty. She “makes” her bed (almost) every day. She takes joy in setting the table—complete with freshly picked flowers in a vase. She understands something that many of us educated, liberated women have forgotten: that housekeeping is not demeaning. It is not menial, not the work of a slave or a drudge. It is a joy, a tangible, concrete way that we can bring beauty into the world, a way to show love for those in our care. My daughter is beginning to understand about her home what I once learned about my own mother and her home:

“Her affection was in the soft sofa cushions, clean linens, and good meals; her memory in well-stocked storeroom cabinets and the pantry; her intelligence in the order and healthfulness of her home; her good humor in its light and air. She lived her life not only through her own body but through the house as an extension of her body; part of her relation to those she loved was embodied in the physical medium of the home she made.” (Mendelson again.)

Good housekeeping does not take us away from our family, rather it allows us to care for them in a concrete and physical way, to speak love into their lives in a language they can understand.

So, an orderly and clean home is something to strive for. Keeping house is a valuable and worthy pursuit. Of course, I have small children, so what I strive for is not the immaculate clean, not the everything-shining-no-toys-on-the-floor-dinner-on-the-table-by-five-o’clock-in-high-heels-served-with-a-smile kind of clean. Rather I strive for what Auntie Leila calls “the reasonablyclean house.” (And she raised seven children, so her reasonably clean is, well…reasonable!)

A reasonably clean house is one where you enjoy spending time. One with bright rooms, fresh air, clean towels and sheets, and regular meals (and therefore a clean and cheerful place to prepare and serve them).

I think that, when it comes to housekeeping, many of us are paralyzed by perfectionism. We have in our mind this vision of the Perfectly Clean (we’ve been hanging out on design blogs, after all.) We have in our mind this vague idea that cleaning requires hours of solitude and focused energy. I remember that when I was pregnant with baby #2 I spent hours scheming and stressing out over how I would get both kids to nap at the same time so that I could clean, cook, and do laundry. It seemed impossible that I might attempt to do housework when both babies were not asleep or otherwise absent. I remember voicing my anxiety to a friend who had three three-and-unders at home. “Well,” she said, “if you want your house to be clean, clean it,” she said. "Like when the kids are around?? "

Um, yes.

But they might interrupt me!

Um, yes.

But they might be in the way!

Let them help.

But then—then—the house won’t be…perfectly clean!!

Um, no. It won’t be perfectly clean. But it will be reasonably clean!

So this is what I have been trying to do lately, with varying degrees of success. I just clean my house. And always with a little troop of helpers (see above). And you know what? I’m spending quality time with my kids—and my house is not (too) “shocking’ after all!



5 comments:

  1. always love reading your posts. this is especially poignant.

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  3. Thank you Sarah! I have a similar struggle...especially regards design blogs/magazines aggrandizing my already difficult to control idealism. But it is true what Mendelson says...oh the satisfaction in clean, pressed linens! an ordered pantry! perfectly folded towels! but--the culprit is time! it is my view that one of the biggest crimes of modernity against women was to deny them the humane benefit of other women living in the house (either family or help) in the name of equality and the superiority of the single family home. How exciting and varied this little "society" must have been with multiple people constantly home!

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    1. Sara, I agree with you. Multi-generational living could solve many of the legitimate problems identified by 20th century feminists. The artificial isolation of the nuclear family (in suburbs, in single-family homes and other inhumane "communities") has had much to do with the suppression of women. Multi-generational living could free women to engage in public life as well as home-life. A stronger home-life/society (I am thinking in particular of home industry) could free men as well from the necessity of becoming wage-slaves in order to support this kind of isolated suburban life-style. In our current model men also have become isolated: isolated from home and family life which is a necessary foundation even for public success. All this being said, we have all unfortunately absorbed the individuality of our times. I know that I, for one, struggle with the idea of living with my mother/mother-in-law, even though I love and respect them both. I am, however, SO thankful to live in the same city with both of them. The children have the benefit of a rich and varied family life, and I get to go write a couple mornings a week.

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    2. Also (I know, I *will* go on!!): even if we are unable to live with older generations and/or extended family, I do think we can replicate this healthier model to a certain extend in a family with lots of kids--as long as the children are trained from an early age to take ownership of house-work and childcare. Also, I will say that housework now is much less physically onerous than it was in the 19th century. Laundry, just to point out one example, used to be a whole days work for several women. It was so exhausting that it was done on Monday so that the workers would be well-rested after a leisure-filled Sunday. I, for one, am thankful for washing machines, dish-washers and vacuum cleaners!

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