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My in-laws are worried.
At least that’s what my husband Chris told me just now, half-joking. He was talking about a call with his parents, Stu and Ellen, who earlier this morning saw an article I shared on Facebook by the actress Joy Bryant on motherhood — and her decision to forgo making and raising human beings.
Among Chris’s friends, we’d be pretty average. Many of the people he works with are enterprising and practical, and way before we ever considered it an option, they decided that children (marriage, even) wasn’t for them. And in my circle of friends, my getting married last year meant I surrendered my autonomy and ovaries earlier than most. If I decided to stop taking birth control this week, I’d be among the first of my best friends to risk parenthood — at 32! How refreshing. What a relief.
Considering and planning for parenthood is nothing new — not to me, not to anyone, it seems. After all, as women, our bodies are ready and able to make more of ourselves for perpetuity. But though we’ve been raised to assume we should have kids, it’s never too late to challenge those assumptions. And the first step to doing this is to ask where those assumptions come from in the first place.
I’ll use myself as an example.
But what my 12-year-old self or even my 27-year-old self didn’t consider was that embracing motherhood at 30 would likely consume the years when I would just be starting to sink my teeth into work I believe in.
Now, let’s consider the not-so-unusual circumstances by which I arrived at my conclusion that 30 was the year to make babies. In the late '80s, my parents feared that sending me to public school would mean that I’d spend more time avoiding bullies than getting good grades. So despite my dad’s meager salary as a hotel room-service waiter, they mustered up tuition money and sent me to the nearest private school in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn — a Catholic school for kids in kindergarten to eighth grade. For a decade, I took part in all the teachings offered by a Catholic curriculum, until the age of 14 when I finally went to public high school (where, it’s worth noting, I did not get beat up).
Even as I attained adulthood and realized that I didn’t have to become a spinster-nun, I could never shake the feeling that turning 30 was a bit like waiting for the Rapture: It’s all fun and games until the world ends. Still, I can’t blame the Catholic church for my naiveté. There are plenty of people who look at 30 as the finish line — beyond it, the doomsday trifecta: “real life,” responsibility, and miniature human beings who absorb all of your life force to keep themselves sustained.
The question isn’t whether I want kids, but when.
Two months ago, I lost my job unexpectedly. In the span of a single Google Hangout, I went from gainfully employed to scrapping my months-long work to-do list. If you’ve ever lost a job, you can probably relate: It’s really weird not having to care about what you’d been paid to care about, like that to-do list. Without a job, I was suddenly inconvenienced by the need to figure out two things: What I care about, and how to spend my time.
“Maybe this is a good time to have a baby!” some of my (hilarious) friends joked. I considered it and, for a week, it seemed inevitable. I’m going to have kids anyway, I thought. Why not get off birth control, taper off my antidepressants, and let nature run its course?
The answer, it turns out, is because I have a choice. It’s an incredibly profound feeling when you realize you’re exercising that choice. I don’t have to have kids. Imagine that. Besides, lately, a part of me wants to hold off on parenthood just to make people — the ones who inevitably wonder what’s wrong with me — squirm.
What would you care about even if you weren’t paid to care about it? After weeks of mulling over my options, I think I’ve figured it out. Life is probably best spent working on something you believe in, whether that’s becoming a parent or building tools for poverty relief. (My friend Michelle is actually doing the latter.) Also, they’re not mutually exclusive.
As two wise people (Oprah and my husband) once said: You can have it all. Just not all at once.
I want to create a world in which I want to live, which means no babies for me. Not yet.
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