It's the time of year when an abundance of people in my facebook newsfeed are posting daily updates on what they are thankful for. Though I try to avoid facebook trends, I have nothing against it, and in fact, it has given me pause for thought about what makes me thankful.
It is also the time of year when everyone around here has been ill with one thing or another. One of my colleagues K has not only fought illness herself, but she has had to contend with the sickness of several children... dragging kids to the doctor, having to leave work early to pick up sick kids from school, missing work herself, and on and on it goes.
I finally lost my battle with one of the bugs going around. I was never quite sick enough to stay home from work, but it did take all the strength I could muster to get through the day and then drag myself home to collapse into bed. Each day for several days, as I allowed myself to rest and recuperate, I thought about how fortunate I was to simply be able to do so. I considered how different my situation was from K's, and all I could think was, "Thank God I don't have kids." When my husband fell sick, I could leave him at home to take care of himself so that I did not fall behind at work.
So while I won't post it on facebook (no need to open myself to the negativity that would undoubtedly ensue), I can share with you here: today I am thankful that I don't have children... that I want to not have children... and that I have the freedom and the capability to make the choice not to have children.
About this Blog
After banging my head in frustration over the obsession everyone around me had with procreation, I went online to find a community of people who were more like me. I have met some fascinating people along the way, but I have also found that many in the childfree community are quite hostile toward Christianity and a Christian world view. I understand that, unfortunately, many of my Christian sisters and brothers have given them a lot of ammunition (undoubtedly, I have been guilty of this at times too). Not wanting to be perceived as "trolling" for expressing my Christian perspective on other people's forums and blogs, I use my own blog to share my musings on childfree life while at the same time expressing my faith.
My intention is to show support to childfree people, both Christian and non-Christian, but from my own Christian perspective. Questions and constructive comments are welcome; negativity and intolerance are not.
My intention is to show support to childfree people, both Christian and non-Christian, but from my own Christian perspective. Questions and constructive comments are welcome; negativity and intolerance are not.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
“I would be so bored.”
While engaged in a discussion on campus about paths in life
and about how things might be different if one had chosen the other direction
at some fork in life’s road, I was unsurprised that several women focused on
their decision to have children.
Certainly, that is the most monumental decision in many people’s
lives. As they described the pros and
cons of that choice, I was happy for them that their kids gave them
satisfaction in life and motivation to return to (or begin) college, but I was
perplexed at one theme that was repeated:
“If I didn’t have kids, I would be so bored.”
Now I will wholeheartedly agree that I have more leisure
time than most parents I know, so I can understand how a parent might be so
busy that she forgets what she used to do in her past free time. But to remember it as boring, or to think
that her current life would be boring if she weren’t running around after kids (especially
when she is a college student and has plenty of studying to keep her occupied)? I guess I don't get it. I know I sometimes use my time frivolously on
lazy grocery shopping trips or on watching TV, and other times I am productive through volunteerism or work
around the house. Either way, I have no
difficulty finding something interesting -- and, more often than not,
constructive -- to do. In fact, I frequently
find myself running out of time to do all the things I would fancy doing. As such, it makes me wonder if some people simply
lacked imagination pre-parenthood, as if they did not know what to do with
themselves so they created another person who would dictate their daily
activities. To each her own, I suppose,
but I prefer to be more proactive with my life.
On a bit of a tangent, it also reminds me of something an
adult told me when I was an adolescent: “An intelligent mind is never bored.” And let’s face it… when we say we’re bored,
don’t we really mean that we don’t
feel like doing any of the things we could
or should be doing at the time, like
cleaning the rain gutters? (I have been
guilty of that!)
Friday, August 10, 2012
My Sterilization Story
There has been a bit of a hubbub about women’s (and
sometimes men’s) requests for sterilization to be granted. Slate has run a series of articles on
childfreedom during which the topic emerged,
and it has also made this month’s issue of Vogue.
In turn, this seems to have prompted some
of the bloggers I follow (and now me) to keep the discussion flowing.
By the time I discovered the word “childfree” and found out
that there was an entire online community of people seeking relief from the
baby-rabies surrounding them, I had already been sterile for a few years. My experience – both the decision and the
execution – was so easy that it never
occurred to me that other women would have to fight to be sterilized. As I consider my situation, I realize I had
several factors going for me (plus a little bit of luck that my small-town
doctor was supportive), and I hope that sharing those might assist anyone
reading this who is considering a procedure.
Time (and maturity) was
on my side. In my early twenties, I
brought up sterilization to my first gynecologist. At the time, this woman had known me for only
about half an hour, and she could see a lack of confidence in my demeanor. She was very frank that my hesitancy, my age,
and her lack of knowing me well made this a non-discussion. I was not ready to put up a fight, and I
really did not mind waiting.
In the meantime, I heard people saying things like, “By the
time you are 30*, you know for sure,” and, “Once your friends start having
kids, you will want them too.” When I
reached 30, I had observed enough close friends having children to make me even
more certain that it wasn’t for me, and I’d had about 15 years to reflect on
why I did not want children and what I did
want for my life. I now had a confidence
and an ability to articulate myself that a reasonable doctor could not ignore.
*That “magic number” 30 also pops up in some research about
which Laura Carroll blogged;
in one study, about 20% of women who were sterilized before the age of 30 later
regretted the decision, whereas only about 5% of women 30+ expressed regret.
I had “done my
homework” and had a plan. When I finally
broached the subject with my nurse practitioner, I was able to explain to her
in less than 3 minutes why I should be sterilized. I explained that I always knew I didn’t want
to bear children and played the “30” card so that she knew this decision had
been carefully considered for years and that I had been willing to wait for as
long as conventional wisdom demanded. I
also shared, with passion and conviction, my commitment to adoption
should I ever decide that I wanted to add another person to my family. She listened intently and agreed that whenever
I was ready, she would have her office refer me to an M.D. who could perform
the surgery.
I anticipated the
doctor’s questions and reactions.
When I met with the M.D., I was again able to tell the story I had
shared with my nurse practitioner. I am
sure it also did not hurt that I could tell the M.D. about my advanced degrees,
my career, and my marriage too. I know
that some people do not appreciate doctors grilling sterilization candidates,
but given that this woman had only just met me, it seemed perfectly reasonable
that she would want to hear my story – and my ability to anticipate her concerns
and articulate my story meant that she had relatively few questions for
me. Instead, I felt that she did a great
deal of listening. At one point she said, “I wish your husband were here so
that I could talk to him too.” My
response? “I’ll bring him in from the
waiting room!” I know this is also
anathema to many who feel like the doctor is asking them to obtain their
husband’s permission, but I had anticipated that the doctor might be interested
in our family dynamic. Again, she had
only just met me. I see it as
responsible of her to be sure that I was doing this without pressure and that
my husband knew the risks to me. In
fact, one of the reasons she stated had to do with risk – she would prefer to
know that he was at least willing to have a less-invasive vasectomy (this was
when Essure was in its infancy and thus not an option in my little town).
Of course, I jumped in to make it clear that this was about me.
If, God forbid, anything ever happened to my husband or, God forbid, I
were raped, I wanted to be sure I was
taken care of. Though I did not bring
this up to the doctor, I was also influenced by the pressure one of my
relatives had faced. Her now-ex-husband
had a vasectomy when they finished having children, so she was left unprotected
in a sense. When she remarried, her
childless husband started pushing her to have a baby with him. However, she had clearly already left that
stage of her life behind. Her children
were older, and she did not want to start over with a baby, especially at her
age. Needless to say, things did not end
well (though on a positive note, no new lives were destroyed in that
tug-of-war).
Lastly, I was able to anticipate a time frame that worked
for all of us. I was uncertain how long
it might take to schedule a surgery, so I purposely arranged for a consultation
in the spring with the intention of surgery in the summer when I would be off
work. When the M.D. agreed to the
surgery, she added, “I want to give you three more months to think about it, so
we’ll schedule the surgery for summer.” I
replied, “Perfect!” Waiting periods may
raise the hackles of sterilization advocates, but because I had already built
that into my plan, I still felt a sense of… I guess… control, that this was exactly what I wanted and I was not just at the whim of the medical
establishment or whatever.
I am very healthy. Speaking of risk, I had no health factors
that might dissuade the doctor. This
made the surgery smooth and successful, and it assisted in a relatively easy
recovery.
The only compelling argument I have heard against sterilization
is that with the wealth of options available, some of which (i.e., IUD) are
more effective than tubal ligation, people should be more resistant to take
permanent and potentially dangerous measures.
However, my belief is that it is still up to the patient to decide what
risks are most acceptable to her. The
doctor informs; the patient chooses based on that information.
Seven years and counting, and I still celebrate my sterility
every day!
Please feel free to share your experiences in the comments
or to offer advice to anyone considering a permanent procedure.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
On Non-Parents Day, Whom Do You Appreciate?
Shortly after Mother’s Day, I wrote
that while some childfree folk wish to be acknowledged on that day (or on their
own special day) for their caretaking or mentoring roles, I would prefer to
remain invisible. I seek no day to make
a fuss over whether or not I am a mother.
In my own perfect world, I would love for all people to be celebrated
for their accomplishments and contributions, with no concern about their
reproductive status. Unfortunately, as
we live in an imperfect world where people are still judged harshly for not replicating,
a day may be warranted when we recognize those who did not need to procreate in
order to make a positive impact on others.
On August 1, 1973, the National Organization for Non-Parents
declared a “Non-Parents Day”
to do just that. In recognition of Non-Parents
Day, I would like to take a moment to honor one of my first non-parent role
models: my high school theology teacher.
She may have been given a “pass” because she was - and still is -
unmarried (though it would not surprise me if she were subjected to marriage
bingoes over the years), but I find that her lifestyle made her a strong,
positive role model for young women especially.
She was amazing in her own right, not needing a man or a child to make
her complete, fulfilled, or accomplished.
An excellent and knowledgeable teacher, she held us to high standards in
the classroom and took on additional roles on campus to support us outside the
classroom. She was able to finish a
doctoral degree while teaching full-time, and I remember the excitement of us
students at being able to call her “Doctor” instead of “Miss” (“miss” always
seemed like such a silly title for someone of her age and experience). She continued teaching for several years
after I graduated before heading to the mission field, where she may still
be. I have somewhat lost track of her;
she may be approaching retirement now, but I have a hard time imagining someone
like her retiring!
Which non-parent in your life has earned your respect or
made a positive impact on you?
Monday, July 16, 2012
Grocery Shopping, CF-Style
During a discussion with some mom-friends, the topic of
grocery shopping arose and I described what inefficient grocery-shoppers DH and
I are. The gals paused, looked at each
other, and nearly simultaneously blurted out laughingly, “You don’t have kids!”
Though I have frequently observed harried mothers plodding
through the store as their children whined and fidgeted (while I wondered,
“Where are these kids’ fathers to do the shopping or arrange for mom to shop in
peace?!”), it was not until this conversation that I fully realized the luxury
of being able to waste as much time as I please at the grocery store. In fact, I began feeling a little smug about
how much I enjoy my CF-style grocery shopping with DH… leisurely stopping by
the sushi counter for a sample, wandering through the exotic cheeses, dropping
everything at 11pm to venture to the store because we suddenly really want to
make ice cream sundaes, making trips three times a week because we are terrible
at planning ahead (plus, the fresh produce, milk, etc. only keep for so long). Bonus: no pressure to buy chicken nuggets or
juice boxes.
It was certainly something that never entered my mind when I
decided not to have children, but it’s a nice perk and apparently not to be
taken for granted!
Friday, June 29, 2012
Hope
Often, but especially over the past few days, I have felt
the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It tends to be not because my
life is bad – indeed, I feel I have been blessed beyond measure – but the
turmoil and suffering of the world around me weighs heavily upon me. Sometimes it is guilt that I am
flitting about my comfortable life while others do not have that luxury (not
that I don’t have problems, but they often seem so small in the face of issues
like famine, unemployment, terminal illnesses, etc.), sometimes it is plain and
simple empathy, or sometimes it is a feeling of helplessness that nothing I can
do will make a dent in the strife… it’s just a drop of freshwater in the ocean. And certainly there is the frightening
realization that it is only a matter of time before the badness I see around me
hits closer to home.
As my heart ached, I considered
that I cannot possibly be the only one despairing over these things, and I
wondered how I might share some comfort with anyone else who feels the way I
do. Certainly, we childfree can take some
comfort in the fact that we are not forcing another person into such an
existence (“better…is he who has not
yet been and has not seen the evil deeds that are done under the sun.” Ecc.
4:3). But beyond that, we are offered a little hope for ourselves – not that
things will get better here, but that there is something more powerful than this
world: “In the world you will have
tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)
Take heart.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Peace and Quiet
As an introvert, I have a natural bias toward peace and quiet, unlike some of my friends who thrive in loud, chaotic households. In fact, my ability to maintain a quiet home is something I consider a fringe benefit of being childfree -- and reinforcement for why I would not and should not change my mind.
So, reading Ecclesiastes 4:6 tickled me as I considered how perfectly it reflected my view of family life: “Better is a handful of quietness than two hands
full of toil and a striving after wind.” Kids certainly seem like two hands full of toil to me!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Childfree Confessions, #11 – Leave me out, please.
In the time surrounding Mother’s Day, I witnessed a variety
of responses in the childfree world online.
Some childfree felt resentful or hurt that there is a day to honor
mothers but no comparable day for the rest of us; some rejected the day
altogether as crass commercialization, a sentiment that is undoubtedly not unique
to the childfree; but some planned to celebrate as “mothers” of animals; others
rejoiced in being appreciated as a “mothering” or nurturing figure (a doting
auntie, a mentor, a teacher, etc.) and receiving cards, flowers, and such.
I suppose that some of the hurt feelings or the desire for
inclusion is a reaction to our mother-worshipping culture (which seems like a
bit of a contradiction to me, because all of the sexist stereotypes about
mothers indicate that our culture also hates women for being mothers… I’m going
to have to cogitate on that for a future post).
Mother’s Day is just one more day to tell us, the childfree and the
childless, that you are nothing if you aren’t a mother. You don’t matter.
As far as I am concerned, though, I want none of it for
myself. I celebrate Mother’s Day because
I have a mother, I love her, and it pleases me to shower her with gifts. In that sense, I feel no exclusion. Further, aside from the tiresome cultural
assertions that motherhood is the ideal for
all women, I don’t begrudge anyone a day to recognize the responsibilities she
has taken on. For me, it is much like
Administrative Professionals’ Day or Veteran’s Day – no one will ever celebrate
me on those days, and I am OK with that.
The more I think about it, the more I would like to be invisible on Mother’s
Day. I personally would find it a little
insulting if someone gave me a Mother’s Day card “from the cat.” My relationship with my animals is not one
bit parental, nor do I think of them as children or child-substitutes. And while I would like to be seen as a kind,
considerate, and reliable person, pragmatic yet compassionate, I would actually
rather not have the reputation for
being motherly or nurturing. It has been
bad enough to deflect the stereotypes that come with being a wife;
I cannot bear the thought of being even remotely associated with anything
related to motherhood. On Mother’s Day,
see me as the daughter acknowledging her mother, nothing more. I am fine doing without the sappy cards,
cheesy TV ads, and troubling stereotypes.
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