Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Fishes, Bicycles, and the Uterus

I went to High School long after Roe Vs Wade.  Long after women fought for equal rights in the workplace.  Long after Gloria Steinem talked about fishes and bicycles.  By the time my body was able to bear children, I had received a message loud and clear: children are an anchor, a curse, a foolish choice.  Children keep you from rising above minimum wage.  Children end your future.

Unless you have a baby.
I was told I could do anything- pushed on, propelled forward, and encouraged in every way.  The pressure to fly high was so intense that sometimes teachers would insinuate (unknowingly) that my Mother had somehow failed at life because she worked at McDonald's.  "Go to college; you don't want to wind up flipping burgers when you're 40!"

So when I found out I was pregnant (surprise!) at 20 (having been married almost a year), I was TERRIFIED.  There were moments of excitement, but I mostly felt that I was hurtling forward into an adventure I had not chosen.  My stomach was a ticking time bomb of doom.  When we announced our news, I got weepy messages of support as though I'd let the world know I'd been diagnosed with a terminal illness.  I got condolences instead of congratulations.

The first year was a kicker.  LOL  It's been five years (and two babies) since then.  My husband and I are the proud parents of three adorable, frustrating, sometimes slimy, children.  They are wonderful.  And I don't feel done.  When I discuss the fact that I don't feel done, I get a wide variety of reactions- but everyone thinks I'm crazy.  Just the other day I told a good friend that we were saving up for a van "just in case" and she replied "God forbid!"  When did we get so supportive of a woman's right to choose that we stopped supporting a woman's right to choose children?  Because nearly all my friends are Christians (the liberal to conservative pendulum swings wildly, but we all love Jesus here).  And they nearly all agree I'm crazy.

I remember how I thought of children before I had my own.  What would I say to young Jamie (the Jamie who had perky boobs and free time ;) )?  They are worth it.  Every Mother will tell you that, so I won't go into detail, but they truly are.  And the experience is worth it.  Not because of the sweet moments, or the parental victories ("Jack, would you like to come into our room and play with me?" "Yes, please!"), but because of the sacrifices.  No other experience has ever revealed so many weaknesses, or brought to light so many strengths.

"The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new." -Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh


They left that part out when they were telling me I could do anything.  I don't know what my point is here, this may just be a rant that lays dusty in a neglected pocket of the internet, but I just wish I could tell young Jamie this.  That this is the main event of my life.  Will I finish my book?  I certainly hope so.  Will it be the end of the world if I don't?  No.  Because this, this mothering thing, is the story of my life.  There may be a time when I do feel done.  When I can take up the charge to greatness and make something else, but I'm done declaring that I'm "more than 'just' a Mother".  I'm done trying to parent while stuffing down feelings of guilt that I'm not doing something "more" with my life.  I'm not going to pay dues to the goddesses of feminism in return for a miserable existence.  My life is little.  It's messy.  And the budget is kinda squeaky.  But I'd be an absolute fool to trade this for a dream in which it's all about me.  Because the more I sacrifice for the life we're living now, the happier I am.  And maybe that's what the naysayers fear, really.  Not the snot or poop or sleep deprivation.  The sacrifice.

He regrets nothing.
I did not choose this adventure, but God did.  And he knew what I needed.  The more I listen to him, and the more I trust in him, the happier I am.  Right now my prayers and my questions are being answered with 'you're not done'.  So I'm not done.  (I tried to be 'done'.  We scheduled a vasectomy and everything.  It felt awful and it was incredibly depressing for both of us.)

None of this comes with judgment towards women who don't feel led to reproduce.  This is just me, thinking things through.  I know it's not for everyone, but I also know it is for me.  And it's just that simple.  You know what my biggest fear is?  It's not having four to watch, it's not the tight budget, or the late nights or the fear of another fussy baby (though that does sit in second place!).  I'm afraid that we won't have any friends.  I'm scared that in spite of the Bible touting the blessings of children, and in spite of all the verses about going where he leads, my Christian friends will not see past our culture.  If they can't, if they think I've gone off the deep end, I'll miss them.  It'll hurt.  But it certainly won't be worse than ignoring what I really feel God is telling me.  So, folks, I'm excited.  I'm excited to be blessed with fertility (we're scary fertile, yo).  I'm also scared.  But I'm tired of feeling like I can't share this big thing with brothers and sisters in the Church without getting judgment like crazy.

So, goodbye feminism.  Hello, minivan.  It'll be fun!  :)

Roll for initiative,
J. Wahl

8 comments:

  1. Because of where I live I don't get this reaction very often, I live in an area with a lot of wealthy conservative families so I know a lot of stay at home moms with upward of 4 kids (the average family in our church is a stay at home mom with 5-6 kids). But I see if happen to friends (mostly still in the south, go figure you'd think these northern women would be the ones pushing but not the ones I know). When I started telling people I most likely will become a stay at home mom at the end of school year I was met and continue to be with overwhelming support and congrats. Nearly every person has said the same thing, something like, "You might have to live on a tight budget but you will never ever regret being home these years". Since I feel so amazingly supported by the men and women in my life I want to pass on the same to you, you are doing something amazing so go for it. I am always amazed at the moms of my Kindergarteners (again because of the area I teach most are stay at home moms with a pile of littles), I am in awe because I see their applications for admission and I see moms with bachelors, masters and even doctorates and next to that their occupation is mother and I LOVE that these women are confident enough in the job God has given them right now, despite the many gifts and talents they have for the professional world also.

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  2. You know, I really thought you were done this time. When you tried to tell me you were done after the boys, I didn't believe you, but I believed you this time. Silly me! (I feel like you *could* be done now that you have that baby girl. Not that it's up to me, but I soooo wanted you to have a girl!) You and John are some of the best parents I've ever known, and more Wahls would be a blessing to this world. It's an incredible shame that someone as amazing as you has been plagued with negative commentary and self-doubt. I'm happy to hear you're moving past that crap to do what is good and right for you. You know, not all of your friends think you're crazy (and not all of us are Christan, either). You can do this! I adore you!

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    1. I miss your face! I should have said most of my friends are Christian- there's Hopey, too! I love you guys! Thanks for the support! :)

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  3. I don't know you that well, but I've admired you from a distance for a while now. And this blog post confirmed in my mind that you are super cool :) I'm 25 and still single, but I have a big desire to be a mother. Of lots of kids. I'm talking having my own, adopting some, and maybe even running a foster home or orphanage. I find it sad that more women, especially Christian women, don't support the life devoted to motherhood. I could get on my soapbox about the decline of the family unit, but I'll spare you. Just know you've got support somewhere. You drive that minivan, girl!

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    1. LOL I do believe I scanned your pins a while back and admired you from afar as well. We'll have to get together some time! :)

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  4. I just want to let you know that this article really hit home for me. I actually teared up a little when reading it. With both of our kiddos, though we did receive congratulations, there were also condolences given...."Pregnant again?" "So soon" "How are you going to afford this?" Blah bleh Blah.....Though I understand their concerns, it struck a sore spot and it rather upset me. I have always wanted four children, but after having a two I believe I want to be done. I developed a fear that I constantly think about. "I know I'm nursing---all the time--and I haven't gotten my period back in a LONG time, but am I pregnant???" (Like you and John, we are EXTREMELY fertile---like Ryan could walk passed my underwear and get me pregnant fertile). I am afraid of gaining all the weight back that I worked so hard to lose; I'm afraid of the tight budget and figuring out how I am going to feed a large family; I am afraid of the extreme pain I went through with Zelda and Rayden during and after labor (and the mild complications during and after birth), and I am afraid of the sacrifices that I have to make (and have already made). But the sacrifices mean nothing to me. (Though it's nice to sleep every once in a while or take a shower without making it a mini vacation) I wouldn't trade any of that for anything in the world. And you know what, I don't think that it's the fear of having another (though I have had dreams lately that I was having twins :P), it's the fear of disappointing loved ones or their reaction to the news. Words are hurtful, and I am extremely sensitive to negative responses. It's the thought of getting made fun of behind my back that upsets me. The Bible does say that children are a blessing (and they really are) and no one should have the right to tell you that you shouldn't have anymore. I think if you are able to handle it, it's your choice to have more (I say I want to be done, because I don't think I can handle it--kudos to YOU :D). It's not bad to be concerned, but a person need to think about what they say before they say it. I am sorry that you fell victim to the cultural norm or views of society. I commend you and appreciate you for sharing this. This article touched my heart and helped me see a few things a little more clearly. I just want to let you know that I am here if you ever need someone talk to (and I guarantee you, I won't judge you *winkety wink*). Thanks again for sharing, it really was beautiful. (I wouldn't mind talking more about the topic with you).

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    1. There is so much more I wanted to say, but I wanted to keep it to a readable length! ;) My offer to spend a day over here still stands. I was car-less with two for nearly two years- the cabin fever is a real mental health issue. LOL (but it's not really that funny). Love ya, girl!

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