This post was originally written as a guest post for Nicki Cawood at Curly & Candid back in July. As I am madly preparing lessons for a new job that starts on Sunday, this is a good time to post it on my own blog. Enjoy.
By far the most often heard comment about my decision to have a baby on my own has been, "you're very brave." From the time I started showing right up until today, with an almost three year old daughter, I have heard this comment time and time again: You're very brave.During my pregnancies (there were three) I had no idea what it meant. With the hindsight of being a mother I understand it a bit more. However, being brave is the opposite of what I was. Bravery to me is facing old age without ever having been a mummy. Bravery is giving up on the love of your own baby and child. Not having the chance to bring up a child and help her (or him) to reach her best potential. Not to pass on all the things you have learned in life. Not to be part of the club that is motherhood.
A little background about me: I was the kid who always wanted to hold and play with the babies. I was the girl who was babysitting at the age of 12. As a teenager I was a leader in the local youth club and later ran it. I taught in Sunday school, I spent my gap year working in a children's house on a kibbutz and I became a primary school teacher myself. I was the single friend that married friends with children could feel comfortable asking to stay for the weekend and even, one time, if I would go on holiday with them. It was inconceivable (pardon the pun) that I would not have children of my own one day.
I was ready to have a baby at the age of 12. Obviously I wasn't mature enough or in any position to do so, but in my head my biggest ambition in life was to be a mummy. Whilst some of my friends wanted to be doctors, lawyers, or teachers, I honestly set my sights on being an executive wife, making dinner parties, and bringing up a large family. Man makes plans and God laughs – no kidding.
So there I was in my 40s and still no baby. How did this happen? I was extremely social as a young adult but somehow I never found Mr Right. I always said I would go ahead and have a baby on my own if I got to 38 and was still without a partner. But at 38 I was living in a rented apartment and I felt my life was too insecure to bring a baby into it. When I was 39 my parents (and the bank) helped me buy an apartment.
I now had a home but I was also dating someone. I hoped that we would simply get married and fit in a couple of kids before I was too old – not necessarily in that order and I did try a number of times to let nature take its course. (Btw, I blame the gossip magazines for featuring celebrities with their babies born at 40+ or even 45+ and failing to mention the intervention that was almost certainly required. They give older women a false sense of their fertility at an age when it is really very difficult to conceive.) Sadly the relationship didn't last.
Happily, my friend N, had twins with the help of IVF. All my hesitations flew out the window and I knew that it was now or never. Luckily for me and every Israeli woman who doesn't conceive naturally, Israel recognizes that many women need help in having children. And I don't use the word 'need' lightly. Some women choose not to. Others never make a conscious decision but find different ways to make their lives full. However, many childless women carry a sadness with them all their lives. In Israel the Health Funds cover most of the cost of IVF for women up to the age of 45, and up to two children. There are no psychological tests or investigations. You can be married, single, with or without a partner.
I was determined to be a mother. Every disappointment along the way (and there were many) was a frustrating delay, but just that: a delay. I went from accepting the notion of donor sperm with IUI, to drug induced ovum stimulation, to IVF. There are many ways of upping the ante when you are definitely going to be a mother, from donor gametes all the way through to adoption. I think I would have gone the whole way had it been necessary.
I have single friends who started fertility treatment and it sadly didn't work. Others gave up after a couple of tries. Women just a few years older than me were not aware of the opportunity and it was not as widely accepted as it is now. I have friends who have thought about it and decided that single motherhood is not for them. So who is the brave one? Not me – I'm the lucky one.
Great post. Love your determination - you had a goal you made the dream happen xxx
ReplyDeleteThanks Gemma - it seems like a bit of wish-it magic but I was very very lucky in the end.
ReplyDeleteWonderful reading. I so understand that feeling of "what? me brave?" Everyone in their own contexts.
ReplyDeleteVery true Rosa. Thanks for commenting.
ReplyDeleteYou are most certainly the lucky one, as are all parents. If only they all realised this fact.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
You are so right CJ. Thanks
ReplyDeleteGreat read again! New job? Best of luck :-)
ReplyDeletexx Jazzy
Thanks Jazzy. Hope to get back to blogging when things settle down a bit.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post. Sounds like your daughter is the lucky one to have you.
ReplyDeleteGood of you to say so Rebecca - Thanks :)
ReplyDeleteReading your blog makes me so grateful for everything I have in my life, thank you!
ReplyDeleteI am thankful daily, even when other aspect of my life get complicated and difficult.
DeleteI think us single parents are both brave and lucky!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking to #singleparentlinky
Now I can agree with that :)
DeleteYou are doing such a great job as the parent of your beautiful little girl
ReplyDeleteThanks Becky - a true compliment form a fellow single Mum. xxx
DeleteI enjoyed reading your post. I also couldn't imagine life without a child.... and took a slightly different route when I reached 40. For me it was adoption, and I often hear people say how lucky my son is. But honestly, I'm the lucky one, just like you! I think you and I were born in the right age though... Our parents' generation couldn't have dreamed of doing what we've done.
ReplyDeleteI know - women just a few years older than us missed out, even for adoption.
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