One night when Kara and I were at an academic event, we had a pleasant conversation with a professor of something or another (something different than Kara anyway).
A little background: Kara teaches composition, rhetoric, and professional writing at Baylor University. She was recently granted tenure and I am more than a little proud of her. The other fields of study are a bit of a blur for me at these events. I do well just to remember names and the departments in which they teach.
I used to be intimidated by these gatherings of intellectuals. It can be hard to follow the conversations some of them carry on with my wife. Even when I can follow, it is awkward. They are talking to her. She is the intended audience. But I know I am supposed to maintain eye contact and nod occasionally and they do the same. Maybe it's good for me. She does this for me at church events all the time.
Some academics forget how to speak to lay people. Many are introverts who feel awkward in social gatherings. If you can keep these academics talking about what they do and what they are researching, conversations go well enough. Stray from their field of expertise and it's a roll of the dice.
Every now and then, I find one or two guys that I really enjoy talking to and the night that I mentioned above was one of those nights.
I liked this guy. He was from out of state. Waco was his first experience living in the Bible Belt. That itself was a fun conversation. If you have never lived outside the Bible Belt, you have no idea how weird we are here.
At one point, Kara told him what I did for a living. Some conversations with academics hit a wall when they learn that I am a preacher, but we were at a Baylor event. This guy turned out to be a preacher's kid. Go figure.
He also had kids. Four, if I remember correctly. His wife stays at home. He joked about how little professors in the humanities get paid compared to professors in the hard sciences.
Eventually, the conversation turned back toward Kara and tenure. He congratulated Kara on being granted tenure. Then he said, "And you have kids, right?"
"Three," she answered.
"Wow," he said. "Did you have them all while working at Baylor?"
"No. I had my daughter while I was writing my dissertation."
"Me too. I even stayed at home with my first kid while I was writing mine."
I thought this was cool. I did some staying at home with Peyton during his first year of life too. My opinion of this guy was going up.
"I had the boys while I was working here," Kara continued.
"Did that delay your tenure clock?" (That's insider speak for a loose
form of maternity leave. Women who have babies are allowed to delay
going up for tenure for a year as a consideration for the research time they will
lose due to childbirth.)
"I didn't delay the clock for the first one, but I did for the second one."
"And you still got tenure!" he said, trying to be encouraging. "That's really amazing!"
"Thanks," Kara said.
All would have been well enough, but the conversation continued. "I could have never gotten tenure if my wife hadn't stayed at home," he said.
He was trying to say something nice--that Kara had accomplished something even more impressive than he had because she was the mother of three children. Kara offered him an out: "None of us with children could do what we do without a lot of support from our spouses."
"No doubt," he said, but he didn't take the hint. He was intent on driving home the compliment he wished to pay Kara. "But that doesn't take away from your accomplishment. I mean,
having kids had absolutely no bearing on me professionally. But you--" he lifted his hands up toward Kara in a gesture of admiration.
"Thanks," Kara said. He just didn't get it.
What he didn't get is that he had just perfectly articulated one of the primary obstacles for women in the workplace (and he did so obliviously). Men have children left and right. No one says anything. They are congratulated. All is as it should be in the world. It is different for professional women. Kara dreaded informing her colleagues each time she was pregnant--especially the third time.
When professional women get pregnant, male and female colleagues alike wonder if they know what they are doing. Are they flushing their careers down the toilet? Are they naive about how much work it is to raise a kid? Are they really committed to their careers?
To be fair, it is true that many women cannot sustain the kind of intense career my wife has when they become a mother. Parenting is difficult. It takes a big share of a limited amount of energy and focus. I have no beef with employers or colleagues who begin to wonder how much will change once the baby is born. My beef is with the double standard.
The fact that a father of four can say, "Having kids had absolutely no bearing on me professionally," is the problem. Now, if his wife wants to stay at home with their kids and take care of all the domestic chores that come with having children, that is a fine thing. Many women and a growing number of men choose to do this and I think it is one of many great ways to organize the way a family functions. But I do have an objection when women are pressured into staying at home with their children by their husbands' refusal to allow parenting to interfere with their careers or (even worse)
leisure time. I am not saying that is the case with this guy; it may not be. But it happens all of the time. And it is wrong.
If women are to have the same kind of opportunities as men, then fathers need to start assuming their share of the inescapable sacrifices that come with childbearing and child rearing. It takes two parents to make a child. It is only fair if both parents make sacrifices to raise the child. Having children has made it harder for Kara to accomplish her career goals. I have no doubt that she could research more, write more, and get published more often if we did not have children. But I could say the same. I could read more, see more people during the week, and preach less impromptu sermons if we did not have children either. Yet, as important as our careers are to us, they are not as important to us as raising our children. Whatever having children costs us professionally, we are willing to pay the price. Most mothers are. What dumbfounds me is that so few fathers are.
The best way I have found to insure that both parents are contributing equally is to take an honest look at the
leisure gap. On average, husbands enjoy five more hours of leisure time than their wives every week (
Forbes). Usually, this is because women still do significantly more housework and child care than men even if both spouses are employed full-time.
When I became aware of this leisure gap, I took inventory of our own family's situation. I started watching for times when Kara was cooking, cleaning, or engaged with the children while I was reading, watching TV, or taking a cat nap on the couch. I also watched for times when I was engaged and Kara was taking some leisure time. I noticed that we had a leisure gap. She almost never sat down to take a break when I was busy with housework or the kids. She usually used what "free time" she had to do work she had been unable to do at the office. I was getting significantly more leisure time than her.
To combat this, I took over the laundry. I decided that I would do more than my "fair share" of the dishes. I started telling her to sit and relax while I finished up picking up for the cleaning lady to come the next day. Anything I could think of.
The leisure gap is not just wrong. It can be the cause of great resentment in marriages. No thanks. I was and am still determined to close it--even if the only way I can close it is to convince Kara to relax more!
I do not think I am that special. I think most husbands are as clueless about the leisure gap as I was and I believe most would do what they could to close that gap if they knew about it. That is part of why I am writing this blog. But it's more important that just maintaining a happy home. It's a crucial evolution of the American family. As the gender ratio in the workforce continues to balance, it must have implications in the home. The leisure gap at home does not need to be the only thing that changes, but it may be the simplest way to make the biggest difference now.
I am sure the guy we talked to is a swell dad who loves his wife and his children. I am sure he would gladly make sacrifices of all types (including his career) for his children if the situation called for it. He is an unintentional part of the problem. But the fact remains that as long as working mothers (who are unlikely to take the traditional male approach to parenting
even when their husbands stay at home) are compared in terms of productivity and commitment to fathers for whom having kids has had
no bearing on them professionally, true gender equality in the workplace will be nothing more than a pipe dream.
Perhaps you wonder why any of this matters to me. It's simple. I love my wife and I watch how hard she works. Her ability to balance her career and her family life is a marvel to me, but none of this would be possible if I expected her to do that job, commute for an hour each way, and spend any quality time with our children while still performing all (or even half) the household chores that were traditionally assigned to mothers. That means that I too have to make sacrifices for her to have her job. I too have to sacrifice my leisure time (and occasionally my work time) to make our life together possible. Our sacrifices are collective sacrifices. And it should be noted that the rewards are collective rewards as well and I don't like gender stereotypes or outright sexism limiting the returns
we get as a family on the sacrifices
we make as a family.
The injustices I am writing about don't just affect women. They affect all of us.
If this conversation is new to you, I suggest getting caught up. This is important stuff. Let me recommend a
TED talk and a book (
Lean In: Women, Work, and the Will to Lead) by Sheryl Sandberg, the chief operating officer for Facebook. She is a working mother with an inspiring story. And she has some good ideas and good advice to professional women...and the men who love them.