|Ah, the 80s. We looked happy, didn’t we?|
Here’s another thing: I didn’t get the impression that my mom was frazzled very often. Nor did she share my desperate need to don loungewear the second I walk through the door. She always dressed nicely and wore makeup- it made her feel good.
She admitted that Dad, while he did what was asked of him in terms of parenting responsibilities, was focused on his job. I think that perhaps the standards for parental equality have changed a bit since then- even my SAHM friends have high standards for their husbands. (Or should, in my opinion.)
|1996: my high school graduation. Isn’t she pretty?|
So back to my opening assertion that I am not in fact better off than my mother: to clarify, I think she was less frazzled, stressed, distracted, and worried than I am. This has to do specifically with her and me. For a mother who may have been resentful, isolated, unsupported, or filled with guilt, I doubt very much that the 1980s would have been an ideal era to parent in, and I am certain that a mom who is struggling in these ways would benefit from the technology culture of virtual support.