So, I had recently acknowledged that I really do not care
for children. Now the truth isn’t that I don’t care for children. The truth is
I don’t care for what I believed they represented. To me they represented a
loss of freedom and a lot of responsibility. Children represented me believing
that what I want to do and how I want to live is no longer a option because I
have to take care of them. Now where did this come from? Part of it came from
personal experience. I neglected to accurately take my birth control assuming
that I couldn’t and wouldn’t get pregnant taking pills at different times of
the day. Hey I used condoms too! Clearly I wasn’t very wise but that’s not here
or there. Then I toyed with the idea of taking a morning after but I told
myself that I didn’t need the pill because I wasn’t pregnant nor was I going to
get pregnant…but I was pregnant.
That meant that my
will had to change. It had to go from self to another human being, so I was on
the back burner many times. But I think the strongest influence was people.
People, namely elders believe it’s their duty to give it to you straight and
they really believe they are. Many of them told me “its not about you anymore
its about that baby” “you are not the priority the baby is” “you life is on
hold now because you have to take care of your child”. Now being a child myself
(I was only 21) I never stopped to think, why does it have to be that way? Who
said that my life has to be on hold and that I am no longer a priority?! I know
that the Lord didn’t say it! God said to take care of your kids but I don’t recall
anywhere him saying that I had to stop caring for myself and that my ENTIRE
focus and life had to be for my child. He never said that all of my choices
have to be based on the fact that I am mother instead of a human woman with
dreams and goals! But I didn’t question it. I bought into what my elders told
me hook, line and sinker. I believed that they had to know something since they
have kids and have lived right?
Now I am a bit wiser and am doing some thinking of my own. I am coming to realize that just because I am
a mother does not mean that I have to wait for my child to be grown to live my
life for me. Of course I have to provide a good life for her but I can create
and have a good life for me too! If my God can heal cancer, prevent car wrecks,
keep me from drugs and avoided me getting a few DWI’s in my life for being
stupid, SURLY my God has the ability to help me create a life that benefits my
child’s needs and mine! Many single mother’s will refuse to admit what I am
about to admit. But before I realized that I had the ability to do both, I
resented my daughter. Believe me I know that sounds so ugly, but it’s the truth!
I am not here to feed you some sugar coated idea of what I think I am giving it
to you raw and uncut.
Now I loved and still love my daughter but I resented what I
believed being a parent had done to my life. I resented that it was no longer
about me and that I am not a priority. But again I realize that if I don’t make
MY LIFE about ME, she and I will suffer and so will anyone else in my life’s experience.
So from now on I am thinking of the both of us. I am no longer just interested
in a good paying job because that’s what the world believes you must have. I am
no longer in the business of suffering in a position that gives me no joy
because it’s expected for me to care for my child. Now I realize that if I my
happiness is not a priority I am not able to give my child what she needs and that’s
a whole, sane, joyful, lovable parent.
I have also learned that as I am slowly but surely becoming that
wise “elder” that some girl in crisis may choose to come to. I will take that
responsibility seriously and give the best advice I know how. Starting with,
you can have a child and still have YOU! It may be hard work but it can be
done! Don’t stop living for you because with God you can do it all!
thank you so much for this post. as a child, my mother was very resentful of me and never hesitated to remind me that I was to blame for her unfulfilled dreams. it still hurts me at 42 years old. thank you for sharing your courage, wisdom and honesty.
ReplyDeleteNo thank you! I was really hurting when I wrote that but writing it gave me healing. I wanted to extend that same healing to others.
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