Do I Really Want Kids?

My answer to that is a reverberating YES from somewhere deeper than thought or emotion, a place that predates logic by millennia. I’m more sure of this than I am sure that I am a writer. It would be devastating to give up writing, but it’s unthinkable to give up on being a mom.

Of course, layered on top of that instictive answer I am a logical being. I can talk myself into or out of plenty of things. I tell myself it has nothing to do with social norms or expectations. But then I think back to the first moments I knew I wanted to be a parent, and I was so young, thinking of things like my beautiful gold and garnet ring and whom I would pass it on to. (Turns out no one — an unsupervised toddler stole it from my room a few years ago and it was never seen again. But that’s not really the point here…)

I was thinking of what my daughter (or maybe daughter-in-law) would be like, who she would be, who I would be, when I handed that ring over. It just seemed written in the future. I told myself if I wasn’t married by age 32, it’d be time to start thinking about donor sperm or adoption.

What luck that I married a wonderful man when I was 33, old enough to have lived so much life, to feel like the world is a more or less known and friendly place, to feel I have so much to teach and give (and to feel I’ll have no resentment whatsoever for the time and energy I know raising kids will take), yet young enough to be energetic, vital parents and have the kids out of the nest not long after we turn 50 (well, hopefully, more or less…) with plenty more life left to live.

Didn’t hurt that the man was tall, dark, handsome, and so kind. Things were coming together almost too well.

And then, of course, everything fell into the pit of fertility issues, and four years later, I’ve had plenty of time to actually think about that YES.

Here’s the thing about parenting: You can’t really find honest reviews about it. There’s such a galaxy-sized stigma around saying you regret having your children, I doubt one regretter out of a thousand is willing to come forward. Parents are pretty much required to say, “It’s hard, but it’s so worth it.” People put the cute photos on Facebook, and maybe some funny mishaps, but no one posts, “Fuck this, I’m over it.”

I’m lucky in that I have a few things going for me. The biggest, I think, is that I was so free in my twenties. I did everything I dreamed of doing. I traveled the world, worked as a journalist, wrote a book, lived in California and New York and DC. I didn’t become some kind of pop culture success out of the whole thing, wasn’t a bestseller and didn’t get a movie like that Bob the Street Cat guy, but I also wised up enough to learn that true success is internally defined, and I feel a lot of peace and gratitude for my path.

Basically, there wasn’t some big dream or plan or goal that children would keep me from. By the time my husband and I were married, a simple, happy life with him and two children became my dream, my plan, my goal. (Not the only one, but the biggest one for now.)

My more judgmental and ambitious younger self may have sniffed at that goal. I’m glad that person is safely at rest in the past. 🙂 When you travel the world enough, you see that there’s little better than a peaceful and secure family life. It’s what so many humans desire with all their heart, and it is not something to take for granted for a moment.

Of course, there are plenty of other worthy goals. Some people genuinely prefer professional advancement, time with their grown-up friends and loved ones, or travel to ever more exotic locations. Others devote themselves full-time to curing cancer or saving the gorillas. It takes all kinds, and that’s a wonderful thing.

Point is, I feel really ready to have kids. It’s not something I rushed into or felt forced into, so it’s probably less likely I’ll regret it. I’ve also talked to a few honest friends about parenthood, and it’s clear they wouldn’t have it any other way. I have no illusions that it’s all fairies and rainbows, but it does seem to be a deeply wondrous thing, and I can’t wait to be a part of it.

I fall in love with kids easily, and my husband is amazing with kids. And since I like walking in parks and looking at trees and flowers and playing with animals and asking and answering seemingly naive questions — I’m basically a five-year-old myself — it seems like a good fit.

But it’s no small thing at all. Being a parent is like marrying a person you’ve never met. A person you can never divorce. Any child who comes to you in any way can have severe mental or physical challenges or can be a sociopath, a drug addict, or just mean. And for all I dream of — and expect — healthy parent-child relationships, and want so badly to experience that, plenty of people have thought the same and been dead wrong.

But that’s the case with any true adventure: You don’t know what you’re going to get. You don’t know exactly what’s going to happen. It may conform to your wildest dreams and expectations, it may be even better, or it may be strange or boring or worse. What it always is is a chance to find the best in it, the lessons in it, the beauty in it. Beauty and lessons are everywhere, and adventures take us out of our comfort zone and into places where we have to face ourselves and our world in new ways.

And right now being a parent is the greatest adventure I can imagine. I don’t mean this in a rose-colored way. I’ve had real adventures. They’re not all wine and starlight. A train trip across Siberia has its disgusting and dangerous and dull parts as well as its wonders. A solo trip across Europe or the Middle East can be equal parts exhilarating and lonely. You can have a merry feast one night and severe dysentery the next. Sometimes you’re eating on a park bench in the rain because you can’t afford any of the eateries around you, and you feel totally pathetic, then a gentleman says “Bon appetit!” out of his passing car window, and suddenly you feel a rosy glow of connection to common humanity.

So many ups and downs. But that’s just it. If you go on a trip knowing what’s going to happen, it’s not really an adventure.

(And it’s funny how this particular flavor of adventure — Motherhood — is at once the most banal thing in the world — almost any barefoot sixteen-year-old can do it — and one of the most complex and awesome undertakings in the universe.)

It gives me a lot of joy to think of having a little person around who’s completely our responsibility, but who has her own personhood and personality and questions and a brand new vision of life. I have no doubt that, like anything worth doing, motherhood will have its tedious and humbling moments, to say the least, and there will be totally unforeseen pitfalls.

While you can support and direct your children to some degree, they are completely autonomous beings who are in your care for a while but absolutely do not “belong” to you. The humility required to deal well with that, and the crazy surprise of finding out who this new person is year by year, loving and guiding them to the best of your ability…

In addition to helping this little person grow, I’ll grow in a million unexpected ways, too.

I’m really excited about it, inshallah. Hell, just adopting a sick stray kitten has brought more joy (and occasional worry) into our lives than we could have predicted. I can only imagine it’s the tiniest fraction of what it’s like raising a child.

Giving birth is another experience that, while it doesn’t sound fun, does sound totally intense and incredible, unlike anything else.

Basically it’s another impulse I’m pursuing, like I pursued travel and writing in my twenties, that feels right.

All of this is to say nothing of the ethical or ecological ramifications of bringing more children into the world. Might my time and energy be better spent mentoring or teaching or counseling lots of kids instead of pouring all that energy into one or two? It’s possible. But I’ve always done better in small groups, and a little family of my own sounds beyond awesome.

And it’s not like we’ll die after we become parents. You’re still pretty much alive and human after you have kids, right? There’s still a tremendous amount you can do, possibly with more wisdom and empathy than if you hadn’t reproduced.

After all, having a kid forces you to deal with countless things you could otherwise just ignore, like school districts and bad teachers and mom-shamers and bullies and car seats and college tuition and a million other logistics and expenses and hassles. It has the potential to goad you into being a much better citizen yourself.

And so many people were thrust into parenthood accidentally or without much thought or without that cosmic YES prodding them along. Most humans conceive and raise children fairly mindlessly, which can pass on emotional roadblocks and start the cycles all over again.

By doing it mindfully, awake and aware and present for every moment as it comes… Is it crazy to hope that kind of parenting can be transformative? Is it arrogant to hope we’ll raise children who will be good enough citizens, they’ll offset the social and environmental impact they may have?

It may be. I guess we’ll see. Adventure calls…

IMG_1042
The day after our wedding — no idea what awaited us in the next four years! We’re stronger than ever, but pretty tired of this pit…
Advertisements

11 thoughts on “Do I Really Want Kids?

  1. Wow. This is truly one of the most insightful pieces I have read from a hopeful and waiting to be Mom. I had very little of this perspective and wisdom before my miracle toddler. You describe parenting so well and so thorough. It is yet another example of what an amazing Mom you will be as you are going into it eyes wide open and eager but able. I truly truly cannot wait for the day. The world needs Moms like you raising the next generation.

    Like

    1. Aw, you know how to make someone who’s feeling impatient and a bit pathetic feel better. Thanks. 🙂

      (Feeling frustrated because my coordinator at the clinic has so far sent me profiles that are quite inappropriate — not even close to matched for race in most cases, and that’s supposed to be guaranteed — and it’s unnerving to just be sitting around waiting for this person to do her job in a reasonably thoughtful way. What if I wait a month or two or three only to get another profile that makes no sense? I’ve seen and heard about many other profiles, so I know they can do better than this. I called to voice my concerns and hope it’ll bear some fruit.)

      So glad you’re on an upswing. I always read your blog, even if sometimes I don’t comment. Can’t pretend I’m not a bit jealous, but I am genuinely happy for you and always rooting for you!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. The waiting part is so f’ing awful. Hope you get a profile soon. During my most frustrated and sad times (lots of them) I didn’t follow anyone ‘P’ no matter how much I rooted for them so hats off to you. The pain of the wait is something we all have to manage to get through however we can. But seriously– this is better articulated than most people with a kid. You have a pretty awesome mind ( and heart).

        Like

  2. I’ve often thought that in general becoming a parent in ones 30s is ideal in the sense that the parents will have so many life experiences behind them and be more ready. I know myself, I am so much more mature now than I was in my 20s and have so much more to give (although less energy now haha). When someone has kids when they are young or when it’s unplanned they can often feel resentment. I just wish biology would play along and make it easier for 30 something people!! I think you and your husband would both make such great parents by the way and I really hope it will work out for you.

    Like

    1. Yes I think it’s better to have life in your 20s and kids in your 30s. Except for biological reality.

      Biology and sexuality and all that just is not timed right for the modern era. Teenagers have raging hormones and this desire to procreate-or have sex-when they shouldn’t have children and then women are too old at 35 when their heads are in the right spot to mother.

      This is well thought out. I too traveled the world – more than 50 countries – for my first job. It does make you realize east west, home’s best. I hope soon you can say you had the perfect life except for that infertility glitch which doesn’t matter anymore. That’s how I feel now after going through such hard times and such sorrow for a few years. Stay strong, it’s tough

      Like

      1. Ah sorry that was meant for Pamela…but for you too! (I lived in Germany for a little while by the way.)

        Like

      2. Agreed on the biology! We started trying at 33, for cripe’s sake. I thought we’d be done and dusted after two years! Ugh. But yeah — if this is the biggest hurdle I ever face, I’ll consider myself very lucky. (Even though this SUUUCCCKS.)

        Another interesting choice we will have for our children is where “home” will be for them. Will we stay in Oklahoma by default? Once Ahmed has his citizenship, we can go pretty much anywhere in the world. Our jobs are portable. Where will we want our kids to be “from”? Or should we hop around and create rootless cosmopolitans?

        I guess we’ll feel that out, too.

        Like

  3. New reader here and whoa, besides being an exquisite piece of writing, so much about this resonates with me. I too travelled and had a lot of ‘adventures’ in my early 20s (though not quite as many as you, by the look of things) and found myself ready and eager to undertake the most extraordinary/ordinary adventure of parenthood in my late 20s. I felt much the same about having had enough life experience to not feel constricted by the sacrifices of child rearing, as well as that I had learned a lot that I could not wait to pass on to a little human. As it turned out, I too experienced fertility issues, although was extremely fortunate to have a successful pregnancy and recently give birth to a baby girl, a mere 6 years ‘behind schedule.’ I’m not going to offer any platitudes, but merely say I am looking forward to following your journey and will be cheering you on from the other side of the world. Oh, and I’m also a mad soccer player and cat lover too. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Welcome! Always glad to know kindred spirits. I seriously can’t believe it’s been 4 years since we got married, expecting to give birth within a year. So naive! But so looking forward to being on the other side. I feel like it’s getting close… inshallah.

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s