Who is this Hipster Hausfrau?
My name is Leda. I’m a writer/teacher/editor/stay-at-home-mom. I used to live in Brooklyn, and now I live in a Boston suburb immediately adjacent to the one in which I grew up. If you had told me ten years ago that this would be my life, I would have laughed, or cried, or passed out (but that might have been because I was drunk).
But having kids changes you, makes you reevaluate your priorities. I still have to make throw-uppy sounds even as I write that, but it’s true. Yes, I loved having six bookstores within three-tenths of a mile of my apartment. Yes, I loved the four Fair Trade coffee shops within two blocks of my house that I felt duty bound to support by buying one cup of coffee and sitting there for six hours writing (aka screwing around on the internet). Yes, I loved the restaurants and the wine bars and the art. I loved the everybody in everyone’s business anonymity of New York.
But then I had Das Baby. The only thing that changes you more than having a kid is having your water break when you’re twenty-one weeks pregnant, then spending forty-five days in the hospital, then giving birth to a two-pound five-ounce baby who almost dies the night he is born, and who goes on to spend 114 days in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) before finally coming home. A baby who at eight-months old still needs oxygen support. A baby who is (and this is not just my opinion; his father and grandparents and one respiratory therapist agree) the cutest and toughest and sweetest baby ever.
So now I care about things like having family nearby, good schools, a back yard, and a 336 square foot master bedroom with a walk-in closet. (Herr Husband and I once lived in a Manhattan apartment that was only 60-square feet bigger).
I’m striving to bring a little hipness to my hausfrau life, and a little heart to my hipness. It’s a work in progress. You can help by reading this blog. Don’t ask how it helps. Just do it.