The first exposure I had to domestic labor was when my mother was let go from her job that she worked at for almost eight years. Eventually she was hired as a nanny for a family who were expecting a son. My mother is naturally a nurturing woman so she cared for the newborn as if he was her own child. Eventually, the parents of the newborn got into a nasty argument that led to a divorce. The father of the newborn had a hectic lifestyle so my mother would spend significant number of hours at her job. With the time that she spent at her job, she eventually became a member of “the family.” (Anderson,109) I did not comprehend how significant the concept of being a part of the family was reading about it in “Just Another Job? The Commodification
