Hey! Anyone in the New York area? On May 23rd, I’m going to be on a panel with none other than Tiger Mom herself (and the amazing Emily Bazelon who writes for Slate), talking about all sorts of parenting-related stuff, like that horrible word “balance” or even worse, that expression “having it all” and the challenges of being a working mom. Want to come? Please do!
The full details can all be found here, but here is the gist:
- What: MOTHERLODE: Lawyering, Parenting (and Writing About It) in the Age of “Having it All” (A Special Presentation of the Harvard Law School Law & Arts Initiative and the Association of the Bar of New York City)
- WHEN: Monday, May 23, 2011 6:30 pm
- WHERE: Association of the Bar of New York City 42 West 44th Street New York, NY 10036
I’ll be honest with you: I’m punching out of my weight class on this one—I am by no means an expert on anything motherhood related and have no idea what “having it all” actually means—but I figured it was great opportunity to meet Amy Chua. I was going come up with some funny Tiger Mom pun here, but then realized that I am not so good at keeping my animals straight. (Damn you Tiger Mom! It would have been so much funnier if you had chosen the cougar instead.) The other day, I was kindly corrected by my friend’s three-year-old when he overheard me talking to Elili about bears. “Ms. Julie,” he said. “Bears don’t roar. They growl.” So right, Thompson. And now I leave all animal-related education to my husband.
Anyhow, I have a feeling that I’m going to be the mom on the panel who has spit up on my dress and about half-way through the evening finally just admits that I have no idea what the hell I am doing. I don’t have a parenting philosophy of any sort at the moment, other then, you know, get through the day with as little crying and as many laughs and as much reading time as possible, and somehow also find time to write a book during daylight hours. Does fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants count as a legitimate philosophy? Let’s hope so.
And now here’s what I need from you: Please come watch and throw me soft ball questions to make me look smart. You can do that right? (Like, “Julie, tell me about your writing routine?” Or even better: “Julie, how many children do you have, and how old is she?”)
Tina Fey (yes, I warned you last week that I am obsessed) says in her new memoir that the rudest thing you can ask a mother is “How do you manage it all?” I disagree. I think the rudest thing you can ask a mother is, “How come your kid isn’t wearing any pants?”
So let’s just hope that the nightmare I had the other night doesn’t come true. Because I kid you not, I had a dream that I accidentally showed up for the panel naked. Yes, naked. On the plus side, I didn’t smell like spit up.