October 2006

Microtruth

On Friday, Muhammad Yunus won the Nobel Prize for starting Grameen Bank in the 1970s. There has been much press about the wonders of microlending since the announcement. It’s driving me crazy. I wanted to set a few things straight.

– Microlending does not alleviate poverty.
– Microlending does not improve the socio-economic status of its borrowers.
– Microlending does not “empower” women.
– Microlending does not cater to the poorest of the poor.
– Microlending reinforces traditional gender roles.
– Microlending keeps women out of higher paying wage labor jobs.

All of these things are well established: they’ve been studied, analyzed, dissected… and solidly ignored. Take a closer look at those Nobel Prize articles… what do they say about the successes of Grameen Bank and microcredit? Do folks love microcredit because they (think) it is helpful to poor women…or because the return rate on loans is nearly 100%? …Or because it puts the responsibilities of poverty alleviation on the shoulders of the poor?

Some truths. For a Bangladeshi woman to qualify for a Grameen Bank loan, she has to own her home. (Is that a program really focused on improving the lives of the poorest of the poor?) Over half of the women who have participated in Grameen Bank loans since it’s inception use whatever money they make to pay for food. Not for business growth, enterpreunership, or improvements in quality of life, simply to help their families eat. As for “empowerment”, studies have shown that women who actually manage their own loans are the exception not the rule (most are actually run by men), and that women who receive microcredit are at heightened risk of domestic violence.

Now I’m not saying that microcredit is all bad. It is not. Take, for example, SEWA, the women’s collective in India. Microlending is just one of their programs. However, combined with Grameen-style loans, SEWA has a variety of other activities which include political activism, social awareness, and job training. As an option available to women when her basic needs are addressed, microcredit has a chance of making an improvement. Otherwise, it is just one more loan a woman seeks to help her family’s survival.

Finally, I am bothered by the microcredit movement because it ties in so nicely with the U.S. obsession of numbing oneself to the realities of poverty. If you take the press at face value, you may actually believe that microcredit can cure the world’s ills… or, more aptly put, that the poor can solve their own problems. This is a dangerous and erroneous assumption. Dealing with poverty effectively means recognizing the contributions of globalization. Tiny loans to the world’s poor does not bridge the gap of the global apartheid which separates those of us who go to bed without fear and hunger from the billions of those who do.

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My kids have two Moms

In addition to being our bread-winner, home-fixer, computer-repairer, personal juggler, AND Daddy, Paul has added “Mom” to the things he can do.

While Paul was with both kids (wearing one, chasing the other)in the playground, which he kindly did to allow me a little bit of work time, my committee chair called and offered to meet. This is a Really Important Opportunity since he is leaving the country for two months starting the first week of November and the funding deadline for Wenner-Gren is November 1st. So I called Paul, he came running home, I got Kate down for a nap, promised Paul to be home by around 6, and fled out the door.

And of course the meeting went long. And of course I forgot to call.

But, Paul recovered. Managing fussy Kate (who woke up with her tummy in a tizzy), crazy Will, and tacos on the stove, Paul became Mom. I got home to a yummy, healthy dinner on the table and two kids happy to see me. Hooray for Mom!

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Kid Music

Kate loves 80s hip-hop and rap. Young MC and Tone Loc seem to be her favorites. She busts-a-move sings and bobs herself to the beat. No kidding.

Will is partial to 80s cheese. Think Safety Dance.

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A Yard!

We (almost) have a backyard, finally!!!
Two years…..digging through miles of honeysuckle, taking out a ramp, dismantling two huge planters in the center of the yard, removing two trees (Katrina causalities), building side gardens, moving the soil into them, unearthing a surprise brick patio (former backstreet?), repairing a fence (Cindy causality), digging up heavy steel rods, moving sod around to preserve it, digging up brick pavers, and heaven knows what else…
There is still soil to move (see mound on left). The fence on the right is the one Paul (re)built. The one of the left is the horrible post-K fence built by chain-smoking idiots who left trash all over our yard each day. (Grumblegrumblegrumble.) Now just picture that lean-to turned into an addition coming out of the back of the house another 5 feet and having a second story! *dreamy sigh*
The picture above is the outbuilding. Pretty rough looking, eh? And this is it’s good side!

PS: See the little electrical box on the edge of the outbuilding on the right? Will got stung by something out there earlier this week. Poor little trooper.

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And snoring.

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Superwoman is tired

Dishes are in the sink. Lunches need to be packed. Dust sits on the furniture. Webs and bug carcasses are gathered around the mailbox. Dinners are last minute. Laundry is behind. And don’t even look at the floor.*

What is going on around here??

Mom’s back to work! And it’s crunch time!

So, everything home-wise is slowing down. Less adventures around town, less camera-time, less stuff. Playing second fiddle to Paul’s paycheck means that for me to get anything done for my professional existance, I either have to figure out daycare or carve time elsewhere. Time for myself? You must be kidding!

* Roomba’s battery died and is backordered several weeks. The horror!

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The source of all illness…

… is children under the age of 5.

We spent Friday afternoon volunteering in the toddler room at Abeona. The afternoon teacher has a respiratory infection and needs a tonsilectomy; the morning teacher is also un-well. So parents are filling in the gaps as Emmy trains official subs. I took a 3-6 pm shift and Paul agreed to come and do some work around the property and be another deck-on-hand. It was no problem, we had a lot of fun… and left in solid agreement that whatever we pay preschool teachers is absolutely not enough. I thought a day of multiple linear regression and hierarchal modeling could drive a person to speak in tongue. Ha. A room full of tiny kids can bring that out in 15 minutes.

After an unusually fussy night (Kate was still out of sort from her shots, Will was very restless) everyone seemed okay this morning. Will and Paul gave me the morning to rest and went off to the Saturday Market to pick up our knives, hear some live music, and eat popsiscles. They stopped off for some nonperishables at the Evil Empire before coming home to eat a solid lunch before naptime.

Will was a different boy after naptime. Feverish, cuddly, out-of-sorts, tired, no appetite. He had a few perky moments through the afternoon, enough to thoroughly confuse us on the true state of his health. Now he is asleep, breathing in wisps of vapor, Tylenol and Sudafed fighting it out in his tummy. Tomorrow is his first music class for the fall, so we’re really hoping he feels better in the morning.Paul and I are achy and sore. Kate seems to be the only one operating at near-normal. She grunted out two gorpuls tonight and is showing us her pride by being a Very Happy Baby.

I know that it is likely we were all harboring the starts of something (allergens are everywere right now) — but I can’t help but wonder if exposure to young children is what pushed us over the edge? Little buggers.

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Kate: 5 Month Wellness Exam

Weight: 15 pounds, 9 ounces (75%)
Height: 24 1/2 inches* (25-50%)
Head Circumference: 42.5cm (75%)

Two immunizations: DPT and IPV
Mom and Dad: flu shots!

Report: Beautiful, well-proportioned, happy, strong. She’s a keeper!*Her height was actually shorter than last month, probably due to measurement error. The current measure is more consistent with her growth curve.

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Update: Kate in School

Kate goes to Abeona on Mondays and Wednesdays during the same hours as Will (7:30-11:45). Like her brother, her teachers collect information about her activites, mood, and general well-being to give to us on a daily basis.

Usually, Kate’s mood is curious, babbly, and cuddly. She was a little fussy one day and she was sleepy another.She takes a bottle of about 3 oz of breastmilk around 10am from one of the caregivers. Only once has she not finished the bottle (the same day she was sleepy). She follows up her bottle with a nap, generally lasting 15-30 minutes. Most days she has one or two wet diapers. Yesterday, she had two gorpul diapers. Whoa.Consistent with the Reggio Emilia philosophy, the babies have exploratory learning activities. Kate came home with purple toes yesterday from their feet painting exercise (very cute.)

Will visits her and the other babies almost everyday. Miss Gladys (Kate’s teacher) says that Will checks on the babies regularly, even when Kate isn’t there.

The baby room typically has 4 babies at a given time and often with two caregivers (one teacher and one person who “floats” room to room to help.) Because the school is small, teachers are able to switch rooms to accommodate breaks for lunch and other things. Parents are also in the rooms at times visiting or helping out.

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Admitting It

On Tuesdays, we pick up Will as a family and stop by the Farmer’s Market on the way home. So this Tuesday, at around 11:40am, we walked out the door, locked it, walked to the car and were getting in, when Paul said, “Where’s Kate?”

Oh, that’s right, said my brain, recalling out of the fog, I have TWO children. It’s amazing to me how easily this fact slips out of my mind. Other parents reassure me that they, too, sometimes forget about their second child. So I thought I’d make it official that we also have moments of parental brain damage.

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