First, An exert From Diana Abu-Jaber’s The Language of Baklava
“Marry, don’t marry,” Auntie Aya says as we unfold
layers of dough to make an apple strudel. “Just don’t
have your babies unless it’s …absolutely necessary.”
“How do I know if it’s necessary?”
She stops and stares ahead, her hands gloved in flour.
“Ask yourself, Do I want a baby or do I want to make a
cake? The answer will come to you like bells ringing.”
She flickers her fingers in the air by her ear. “For
me, almost always, the answer was ‘cake.’”
I am silent as I stare hard at the cup glittering with
sugar. This is advice, but it feels more like pressing
my ear to the wall. I don’t want her to notice how
closely I listen, or she might stop talking. What she
says rings inside me like a spoon in a crystal glass.
After years of assuming that the purpose of all this
cooking and working–the purpose of everything,
really–was to produce and grow babies, this is the
first intimation I have heard of another way through
life. It is the first time I’ve really understood that
my aunt, with her houses filled with friends and
siblings and servants and lovers, does not have
children of her own.
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Obligation “Down There” by Julia Scott Tew
Forward:
I’m so proud of the magnificent mothers I know. I appreciate your hard work and I share your mothering triumphs with you, with a happy heart. I’m also proud of my friends who don’t have children-I know first hand it has it’s own pitfalls and challenges, and that’s what I am writing about today. This is not just based on my own experiences, though I have not taken a poll. I have read blogs, forums, and newspaper articles online for years, reading hundreds of different voices of women who feel unfairly judged because they haven’t used their vaginas for baby-making. Some voices were negative, very us versus them, some were desperate to be understood, some were, as I have tried to approach the matter, very fair and balanced, with a great happy vagina.
What I’ve written is a cumulative opinion based on experiences I’ve read, with a couple of my own thrown in. Broad sweeping generalizations are the way I roll. Don’t bother pointing out exceptions.
I’ve been researching online for years other women who have struggled with the choice to have, or not to have, children. I always saw it as a choice, which, since the mainstreaming of birth control in the late 20th Century, it usually is. We were told we can be anything we want, right? Well I don’t want to be a CPA, so I’m not. I don’t want to be a nurse, so I’m not. Those decisions were easy for me. No one else ever tells me I’m going to regret a life without scrubs or number crunching. I’m not a CPA or a Nurse because that’s not who I am. I can feel good about that because at least I didn’t do something I didn’t want to do anyway. To parent, or not to parent, however, hasn’t been so cut and dried.
I thought I knew the answer when I moved off to college: In my hopeful youth, the daydreams I had for my future did not include children. After 10 years with my husband, our fantasies for the future still do not include children of our own. Yet, society, and admittedly, my own crazy ass feelings of people pleasing, as well as the occasional comment from a stranger or a mother in law or even a close friend, continues to pick off the scab before it can heal over and take. Or maybe it’s the taboo nature of this discussion that keeps it bottled in and unaddressed, unresolved. It is rare to find a woman who will even admit to not wanting children. My sister Honey gets lots of parenting advice through her Parents Magazine. I can only imagine how pissed some parents I know would be to see a magazine called “The Childfree Lifestyle” at the doctor’s office. One woman’s choice is talked about, celebrated even. But the other conversation makes people squirm. If it weren’t for non-parents, most mothers wouldn’t be able to take maternity leave, yet the subliminal message remains: Be anything you want, but it’s meaningless unless you are a mommy first.
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One woman announced at a party the other night that she had decided to try to get pregnant: Her words were instantly met with congratulations, and questions about future plans, schools etc. The mothers present began comparing notes about their own pregnancies. There was an almost palpable relief through the room, and I wondered if these parents felt somehow bolstered by this other person’s decision to take the road they had. Then that made me imagine how shocked the room would be if I dared to ask, “Why, why do you want kids? Do you just love kids or something?? What if you change your mind? Why don’t you adopt? However, these are the most common responses women get when they announce they’ve decided not to have children.
“Why?”
“You must hate kids.”
“You’re so selfish. It’s probably a good thing you’re not having any.”
“But you will never know great love.”
Matter of factly, “You’re going to change your mind.”
“Who’s going to take care of you when you’re old?” Probably the same nurses who take care of all the parents in nursing homes now, I think.
And once-this is my favorite- “I guess you can always do more volunteer work so you’re giving back too.”
Sadly, no one is comfortable admitting that, no, babies are not always a good thing. Or the right thing for certain lives. My teacher friends can attest to the fact there are a lot of bad parents out there who did not think through the permanent decision to be parents. I have found most childless-by-choice women have put a LOT more thought into if they want to conceive than someone who does it because, “that’s what people do.” The thought reminds me of Meryl Streep’s line in The Bridges of Madison County where she tells Clint Eastwood, “This is a great place to raise kids. It’s just a bad place to raise adults.”
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We were not all meant to have babies. We were not all built to have babies. I know this for a fact, because the single most amazing woman I know-Honey- couldn’t get pregnant for 5 years. What if she never could? I know for a fact she would not be any less wonderful or amazing. I know other women who are involuntarily childless-They wanted to have babies, but couldn’t. Some put their vaginas through untold horrors trying to force conception. Some accepted it and moved on to find “pride and joy” in other ways. Those who don’t want kids, or can’t, are no less because of it. We all have vaginas. That’s what makes us Chicks, that’s what makes us equal. Why let tradition have more say-so on our vaginas than we do?
I know I know-The window is starting to close. I’m 35. One year younger than my mother was when she had me, her “caboose” baby that ended a train of 7 children. Speaking of my 6 siblings, did I mention I have something like 18 nieces and nephews, some of whom I nannied through diapers? Did I mention my best friend got pregnant at 15 and I cooked for her every day of her third trimester, was right outside the door and the first person to hold her daughter when she was born? Did I mention my first paying job was as a day-care worker? Did I mention the volunteer work I did in college as a violence counselor to high risk families in Northwest Arkansas?
Hopefully society, and myself, will see those experiences make me qualified to decide if parenting is right for me.
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I chose this as my Vagina Monologue topic because 40% of American women do not have kids, either by choice or circumstance. I hope you have enjoyed these views from the “pro choice” side of the aisle. You can contact me to request further reading suggestions, and I encourage you to share your own thoughts or experiences on this topic. I’d like to leave you with a short, very partial, list of famous women in history who were not mothers.
Oprah
Beatrix Potter
Louisa Mae Alcott
Janet Reno
Rosa Parks
Joan of Arc
Edith Wharton
Stevie Nicks
Greta Garbo
Katharine Hepburn
Julia Child
Evita
Mother Theresa
The End
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