Thursday, October 15, 2009
My Response to The New Mom Economy
An interesting question was recently posed at WeKnowMomBlog.com, asking readers how the economy has affected them. I've been thinking about this a lot lately, as my perspective is both as a mother and as the owner of a small business that offers what many consider to be a “luxury” service.
Either way you look at it, this economy is a train wreck. As a mom and household manager, it becomes increasingly difficult to provide for my family and cut expenses at the same time. I think twice about signing my children up for activities like soccer, camp or dance. I've convinced myself that they are too young to really enjoy organized activities and would much rather spend the day collecting leaves or rolling down hills with their budget-conscious mama. Chances are, I'm completely fooling myself. I truly make a conscious effort to simulate the brain/body stimulation they would enjoy while playing soccer with their friends, but I must admit I sometimes fall short. No matter how hard I try, I cannot duplicate the energy, competitiveness or giggle-worthy antics of a four year old.
The strain of the economy is also evident in our (lack of) travel plans. Having no family around is probably the single most difficult aspect of living in Colorado. Otherwise, I love it here. But, I'd like to think that, in a better economy, traveling with a family of five (and a dog, whose ticket is usually twice as expensive) wouldn't seem so ridiculously impossible. Don't even mention the "v" word (whisper: vacation). We continue to dream about a family reunion at the beach or a honeymoon in wine country (yes, we've been married for seven years but have yet to honeymoon), but the expense of such a trip would mean not eating for at least a month.
On the other hand, my husband and I own a massage therapy studio. We've seen our business roll up and down, spiking and plummeting, seemingly blowing with the carefree wind. Our income is anything but consistent and we've filed countless cancellation notices from our clients due to "economic hardship". Oddly, as small business owners, we FUEL this economy. There can be no turn-around unless small business starts rebounding. The single mothers, students and grandparents on our payroll cannot put bread on the table unless clients walk through our doors. We carry this responsibility every day and do the best we can to make sure their schedules are full.
But, alas, addressing stress or chronic pain takes a back seat to paying the mortgage, health insurance or grocery bill. I don't get my nails done or my hair colored anymore, so I understand. We are smack-dab in the middle of the vicious economic cycle, caught in the maelstrom of failing markets, impending crises and shrinking budgets. The bright side, our generation has experienced the consequences of excessive consumption, careless spending and frivolity. As a mother, I know there is no better teacher than consequences and this is an economic lesson none of us will soon forget, including our children.
Either way you look at it, this economy is a train wreck. As a mom and household manager, it becomes increasingly difficult to provide for my family and cut expenses at the same time. I think twice about signing my children up for activities like soccer, camp or dance. I've convinced myself that they are too young to really enjoy organized activities and would much rather spend the day collecting leaves or rolling down hills with their budget-conscious mama. Chances are, I'm completely fooling myself. I truly make a conscious effort to simulate the brain/body stimulation they would enjoy while playing soccer with their friends, but I must admit I sometimes fall short. No matter how hard I try, I cannot duplicate the energy, competitiveness or giggle-worthy antics of a four year old.
The strain of the economy is also evident in our (lack of) travel plans. Having no family around is probably the single most difficult aspect of living in Colorado. Otherwise, I love it here. But, I'd like to think that, in a better economy, traveling with a family of five (and a dog, whose ticket is usually twice as expensive) wouldn't seem so ridiculously impossible. Don't even mention the "v" word (whisper: vacation). We continue to dream about a family reunion at the beach or a honeymoon in wine country (yes, we've been married for seven years but have yet to honeymoon), but the expense of such a trip would mean not eating for at least a month.
On the other hand, my husband and I own a massage therapy studio. We've seen our business roll up and down, spiking and plummeting, seemingly blowing with the carefree wind. Our income is anything but consistent and we've filed countless cancellation notices from our clients due to "economic hardship". Oddly, as small business owners, we FUEL this economy. There can be no turn-around unless small business starts rebounding. The single mothers, students and grandparents on our payroll cannot put bread on the table unless clients walk through our doors. We carry this responsibility every day and do the best we can to make sure their schedules are full.
But, alas, addressing stress or chronic pain takes a back seat to paying the mortgage, health insurance or grocery bill. I don't get my nails done or my hair colored anymore, so I understand. We are smack-dab in the middle of the vicious economic cycle, caught in the maelstrom of failing markets, impending crises and shrinking budgets. The bright side, our generation has experienced the consequences of excessive consumption, careless spending and frivolity. As a mother, I know there is no better teacher than consequences and this is an economic lesson none of us will soon forget, including our children.
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When I grew up we didn't have 'organized' anything for kids. We played 'stick ball' or 'wire ball' in the street outside the house.
ReplyDeleteIn the Fall, we burned leaves on the sidewalk.
It was a great smell, like BBQ. We played in the street or in the alley, until the sun went down in summertime. There were no 'carpools'. We walked, and took our time, following the creek in the back of the house to school. Sometimes we got wet. No, we got wet a lot in that stream.
My dad never had a new car. He did however, have lots of 'old cars' that we would work on the garage until late in the evening.
He was a barber and played 'numbers' on the side, until the cops got to him. Our honeymoon was in the apartment behind the barbershop. A studio. We used the pay phone in the barbershop. I always had free haircuts. Before I got married, I was the 'shoeshine kid' in the shop.
And even then...we laughed alot. Hopefully, you do too!
A friend of yours told me to check out your blog (and I'm totally spacing on who it was -- sorry). I'm a community manager at Mothersclick and I'd love to have a reprint of this post on our site. I think it really speaks to our readership.
ReplyDeleteIf you're interested, just visit us at mothersclick.com and post your piece and you can link back to your blog at the bottom.
Hey, who is this Cynthia? I'm the dad. Do I get a piece on Mothersclick? Ok. I'm there!
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