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Showing posts with label single parent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label single parent. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Single Parenting, In All Seriousness

Having come across this line of discussion on SoloMother, which referred to this thread by Cathy Arnst at BusinessWeek, I've been contributing some serious input regarding an issue that's part of my everyday existence:

I'm a single mother by choice to two extraordinary children, a ten-year-old boy and a seven-year-old girl (full biological sibs), through an anonymous donor. I’d reached an age where there was nobody special in my life (having divorced the World’s Worst Person) and had a deeply ingrained, I don’t know, assumption I guess, that I WOULD have a family. I never questioned it; in fact it wasn’t really a decision but more something I had to do that was as inevitable as needing glasses or being Jewish or reading books.

While enduring fertility treatments for my first (now there's a great irony: not only did I have to do it alone, but I needed help to get it done!) I spent a lot of time trawling Internet fertility support groups for encouragement and consolation. Most correspondents were supportive and probably couldn't have cared less that I was single, wrapped up as we all were in our fertility troubles, but a few attacked my "selfishness" in inflicting a fatherless life on some poor innocent child. In addition to foaming-at-the-mouth fury at their presumptuousness and arrogance, I felt frankly baffled that anyone could accuse of selfishness someone willing to give up freedom, stain-free (okay, relatively stain-free; I admit I’m a klutz) clothes and a full night's sleep in exchange for midnight vomiting (sorry -- too graphic?), homework help, car pooling, potty training and on and on and on. In fact, I felt it was one of the least self-centered goals I’d ever pursued.

Being a parent has been my life’s greatest achievement by far, and being a single parent is one of the world’s best-kept secrets. Although I must depend on my parents, friends and siblings for continuous advice and assistance (and thank goodness they’re always prepared to step up to the plate), I believe our lives are slightly smoother than some others’ since we don’t have to factor in parenting disagreements. Of course, I come from a background that offers me a great deal of support, in addition to which I’m mature, educated and financially secure. My situation is markedly different from that of an unexpectedly pregnant fifteen-year-old high school student. For an insightful comparison check out On Our Own by Melissa Ludtke.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Testing.. Testing .. One, Two, Three.. Is This Thing On?

Thank you! Thank you! You're so kind. Really, thanks so much.

How is everyone tonight? Good? Having a good time? Where you from?

I just flew in from Missouri, and boy are my arms tired!

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But seriously, folks...

Welcome to the forum for my musings, experiences, stories (mostly funny, I hope), and insights, such as they are. I hope you have a splendid time, and visit often.

Sooooo...

Here I am, a forty-seven year old single mother of two kids way too young to drive themselves. We spend a good amount of time together, and as the sole parent I'm in charge of everything. About fifteen years ago I decided that if Mr. Right wasn't going to drop through the ceiling any time soon, I'd best take charge of matters. After buying a new house, lining up better health insurance and generally getting my ducks in a row, I selected Mr. Donor from a long list of candidates, and began the fertility dance. Eighteen months later something finally worked, and after nearly forty weeks of nausea I gave birth to Robespierre (not his real name, but the working title I employed to deflect comments and opinions). Two years later, one more IVF brought Cleopatra-Queen-of-the-Nile.

Robespierre is almost ten now, and I have to say that single parenthood is one of the best-kept secrets around. I'm responsible for everything (although I have extremely supportive and helpful family living nearby), but I'm well compensated by a steady flow of kisses, hugs and pride-generating moments.

A few months ago I bought a web site that produces personalized gifts. It's been a lot more work than I'd anticipated, but contributing to its development and refurbishment satisfies my creative genes. The kids function as independent contractors; I pay them to help me select products or designs, and they have a feeling of ownership.

So that's the beginning of the story. Keep in touch.