Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Steve Jobs on Parenting

I’ve been a bit obsessed with Steve Jobs lately but in a weird way. I can’t stop thinking about what kind of Dad he was. In one of the many articles I read about Jobs last week he said he had agreed to contribute to his forthcoming biography because he had been away from his family so much he wanted to them to understand why and know more about him as a person. I found this touching. And sad. He sounds like a lot of the working moms I know. Except that we haven’t been changing the world while we’re at work.

Jobs’s quote has got me thinking about what kind of image I’ll leave behind. What do my kids think about me? They have told me—more than once—that I don’t laugh or smile very much. I realize this is true, but only at home. I laugh all the times with my friends and colleagues. I think I’m thought of as kind of funny outside the house. Why am I such a drill sergeant, focused on getting homework done and vegetable eaten, when I’m with my family? (This question, while interesting, is too big to be addressed here and will be thought about and written about in a future blog.)

My husband has a game he plays with the kids at night. It’s basically a wrestling tickle-fest on our bed; the kids call it “silly something.” If I had a game with the kids it would be called “serious something” and probably involve checklists and bribes.

If I died tomorrow would my kids remember me as a humorless, negotiator of TV minutes and clean(er) rooms? Probably to some degree. What do they actually know about me? They know I was dumped by my two best friends the summer between 4th and 5th grade but that it turned out OK because I met a nice new girl who moved in down the street. They know that I can and will keep a secret (even from their dad if they ask me to). They know I believe in God but probably not all the stories in the Bible. They know I’m a good swimmer. They know I love them all equally but in different ways “kind of like how you like pizza and ice cream at the same time.” They know that most of what I do when I’m away from them,whether it’s work or a run, is important to me.

The good news is I’m not going to die tomorrow so I have time to work on “project smiling and laughing more at home.” I want my kids to know the lighter side of me; this is important to me. I’m glad I have the chance to “tweak” myself. Yet another way—albeit a tiny, tiny way—Steve Jobs changed the world.

2 comments:

  1. Nice post, Nancy, as well as an interesting point to bring up in relation to Steve Jobs. Most people, including yours truly, in a blog post which you may read by going to the link posted below

    http://thelastleafgardener.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-live-each-day-as-if-it-was-your.html

    have focused on his tech contributions, although, I must admit that I wondered how his eldest daughter, Lisa, the one who claimed not to have fathered, felt about losing someone that she was just getting to know.

    My father, who left our family when my sisters and I were quite young, tried in the end (the very last week of his life), to let us know that he had loved us and that he had also appreciated our support. He did this by making a tape recording from his hospital bed (and I have discussed this in a blog post which — if you have time — might like to read via the following link

    http://thelastleafgardener.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-after-thanksgiving.html

    MEANWHILE KUDOS TO YOU NANCY for heeding the call to leave your children a legacy of who you are (although, I am sure they would have kinder things to say about you than you do) and having said that, I thought you would appreciate this "story" from my sister.

    One day when my sister was on the toilet, [and, no unlike Martha Stewart she does not pee with the door open (-; ] Her son walked in. My sister was tired from her work as a school liberian, and she was ready to yell at him for intruding on her privacy , when suddenly it came to her that one day, he would have limited interest in being with her and in fact would be asking for the car keys!

    Sounds like you and my sister (caring individuals that you already are) have been given the grace to accept the opportunity to tweak for your children. I am not a mother as you know, Nancy, but I confess that I need to put this tweaking thing into full swing for those near and dear to me too.

    Thanks for sharing. Hope to see you one of these days in the not to distant future. I am in the Village almost every week and pass your home and when I do I think of you.

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