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8:42:43 PM
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I was lucky. Before I had my first daughter, I had assumed I
would want to go back to work when she was about six months old.
Instead I fell madly in love with her and mothering and didn't return
to work even part-time until my fourth daughter was six. This was
16 years later. I could afford to change my mind. My husband had
a
good job as a radiation physicist; we lived frugally. For the first
eight years we raised the daughters in a city
apartment. We didn't buy a house or own a car until me moved from
Manhattan to Bangor, Maine. But we had enough extra for toys and
books and records and
Christmas trips to see the Nutcracker..
We took vacations with my parents, who financed them. We
did our own cleaning; we rarely ate out. The girls went to
public schools even when we were unhappy with their classes.
I have never regretted that decision to embrace full-time
motherhood even after a divorce after 28 years of marriage left
me economically vulnerable. I don't think my quirky, highly
individual daughters would have done well in day care or with a
succession of nannies. Motherhood has been an enthralling,
maddening, challenging, stimulating adventure during which I have grown
along with my daughters.
6:57:05 PM
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2005
Joan of New York.
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