I must admit that I have been thinking about the impending birth of my third child and what it means to other people in general and what it means to other people about me. And I would like to say that I frankly do not care, but that would not be genuine and untrue. I do care, but not in the way that it makes me feel–not in my own insecurities, but in the way it translates to how other young mothers/families may feel. I warn you my thoughts and words may seem brash, but I know so many mothers who do not have to words to say what I hope to.
Don’t think I don’t notice your eyes drift to my swollen belly as you watch me holding the hand of my 3.5 year old, carrying my 1.5 year old on my hip while hauling my diaper bag on my shoulder as a walk into the grocery store. Don’t think I didn’t catch the disapproving undertones in your voice as you boldly declared how close together they are, or how “full” my hands will be very soon. Don’t think I know you may not have chosen this life for yourself. And certainly don’t think that I don’t know you believe the circumstances of my life to have been an accident. My choices aren’t your choices and they don’t have to be your choices and I feel sorry for you that you cannot separate my life from yours.
The truth of my life is that I grew up in a good home. I am college educated. I have worked in my field of study. I have owned 2 homes and 3 cars. I am married to an outstanding man who sees me truly as an equal and lets me be me. I am 27 years old. In less than a month I will have three beautifully superb daughters under the age of 4. I do not belong to a faith in which, culturally, many kids close in age are customary; and to many people’s surprise, I have utilized contraceptives willingly and happily.
My husband and I chose our children almost as much as God chose us to be their parents. We wished for and longed for these girls. And they were not a surprise or a mistake. They were intended and prayed for. They were deliberate and a gift. We are aware of our age. We are aware of their ages. We are aware that child rearing is difficult and taxing. To many, that seems a shock that this could “happen” to two informed people. Two informed, young (although on the back half of my twenties, not by any means old, but moving out of young) adults. We, as a couple, made this choice because we love our children–we love having children. We chose them because of the immeasurable joy they bring to our lives daily, despite the constant hardships of being a parent. It makes us long for more of that. It is a reflection of the Father to be in their presence and it is so sweet. It is life and discovery. It is imagination and adventure. It is innocence and curiosity. It is peace and true, unadulterated, unconditional love. And we LOVE having that in our lives. We love being with our kids so much that one, even two was not enough. And the importance of their possible friendships with one another drove us to have them close–for them to love each other, forgetting how hard it will be for us to juggle it all. And for us, because children are magical and fulfilling.
For those that think they are being witty and conversational when they remind me I’ll have to get a bigger car, or my life will be crazy, or how busy I’ll be–just don’t. These are all truths I recognize and I accept and I do not find the humor in your reminders.
For those who feel it appropriate to ask me if any of my children were mistakes–what makes you think that is acceptable to inquire of a stranger. How bold and offensive. My children are gifts, not mistakes. Shame on you for making mothers feel ashamed and embarrassed.
And finally, for those people who ask me if child rearing is so hard, why do I do it at all? Why should they do it? Because for every story I have of life being hard, I have a thousand of life being grand with them, because of them. My life is an extreme adventure around every corner. I have not the time or the space to tell you everything there is and why children are every drop worth it. It fills my heart to the brim. And experiencing the love they have for me and the love I have for them is a blessing. It is a gift. And I feel confident that you will love it, too–and be great at it.
You will say what you will, but I am not sorry for myself. I am sorry for you that you cannot see my joy. That you cannot feel how big my heart is for them.
I am not sorry. I am not ashamed. I will not make excuses for you any longer to help you feel more comfortable with the way I have chosen to live my life–the way that many families choose to live their lives.