Is he worth it?

Sue Fagalde Lick childless by marriage, men who don't want children, women who don't want children

By the time Fred let me know that he didn’t want any more children, I was in love with him and we were planning to get married. That left me with a difficult choice: stay with the man I loved or leave him in the hope I would find someone else who wanted children. I chose Fred.

It’s a terrible choice to have to make. I interviewed another woman last week who found herself in a similar predicament except that they were already married. At first, neither she nor her husband had much interest in having children. However, she gradually changed her mind. He didn’t. In fact, when she confessed her desire for babies, he stood firm, telling her that if she couldn’t live without being a mother, she would have to find someone else. She chose to stay with her husband. Not having children causes her great pain, but she’s certain she made the right decision.

Another woman told me she had left her home in another country to be with the man she loved. Only after she had said goodbye to home, family and job did he inform her that the daughter he had from a previous marriage was all the children he wanted. When I talked to her, she was still trying to decide what to do, knowing she was running out of time if she wanted to conceive a child.

Every woman I know who is childless by marriage has heard the suggestion that she forget her birth control accidentally on purpose and get pregnant. Once that happened, he would come around. But we all know that’s not necessarily true. Besides, how could you trick someone you love on a matter that is so important?

Women are not the only ones in this predicament. Sometimes it’s the man who wants children and finds that his wife/partner does not. So how do you decide? What do you think? Is it worth dropping an otherwise wonderful partner to look for someone who is willing to have children?

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Sue Fagalde Lick Angela Merkel, Chldless Stepmums, SecondWivesClub, Stepdivas

Hey! How come every article about German Chancellor Angela Merkel has to mention that she’s childless? Does every article about President Obama mention that he has two kids? No. Does every mention of media billionaire Oprah Winfrey preface her name with the word “childless”? No, and why should it? It’s irrelevant. Surely Merkel has other qualities. When she was running for election the first go-round, women protested that she couldn’t possibly understand the needs of families–couples with children–because she didn’t have any of her own. Come on. She doesn’t live in a bubble. Do the women on our U.S. Supreme Court have children? I don’t know. I don’t care. What matters is their ability to do the job. So let’s leave Angela alone. Besides, sticking an adjective in front of a name is just bad writing.

 

I Don’t Hate Kids

Sue Fagalde Lick Do childless women hate kids? Children on airplanes

My sister-in-law thinks I don’t like children. Not true. If I flinched or made a wisecrack whenever parents and small children invaded our space during our recent visit, it wasn’t the kids that bothered me. Most children are charming when they’re not shrieking. I love their freshness, the way everything is new to them, the way they seem to learn and grow so quickly. No, it’s how their parents behave around them that drives me nuts.

Having been surrounded by wee ones and parents on my trip to California this last weekend, I saw a lot of behavior that made me grit my teeth. Why do some parents feel the need to narrate every moment while others let their kid kick the back of my airplane seat all the way from Sacramento to Portland? Why would a mother bring a noisy toy to a restaurant and encourage her to use it, oblivious to the other customers’ growing annoyance? Of course, I saw good parents, too. On the way home, I sat behind a couple with the world’s most attractive little boy. They did an excellent job of teaching and disciplining him and supporting each other without being obnoxious.

No, I like kids and wish I had one or two. And yes, I would probably be one of the most annoying parents on the plane instead of the grumpy grownup I appear to be.

Gladiola among the poppies

Sue Fagalde Lick Gladiolas, Radical Acceptance

Gladiola bulbs in my front yard shoot up green spearlike leaves every summer, but they don’t bloom every year. Many years, the leaves are all I get. But when they do bloom, the tall salmon-colored flowers outshine everything in the garden.

We childless women are like those gladiolas. Unlike the poppies that consistently fill my garden every summer and fall and are now blooming from the cracks in my driveway and hanging out over the sidewalk, the gladiolas rarely reproduce. Perhaps it’s because I’m a negligent gardener or because the weather is too intense here. I get one bloom per plant and then it disappears, but oh that flower is special.

Maybe the book I’m reading, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha, has influenced my thoughts today, but I find myself content with things as they are. My life, although different from that of most people, a puzzle to my family and friends, is exactly what it was meant to be. I have never followed the usual path, and that’s okay.

Instead of bemoaning our lack of children, let us consider that you and I are gladiolas, unique and glorious all by ourselves.

I Know the Feeling

Sue Fagalde Lick kids and dogs, mom club

Yesterday at the post office, I met a woman I interviewed years ago when she was the single, carefree skipper of a charter boat in Depoe Bay. At that time, Shelly only had to worry about her perfectly behaved German Shepherd. Last year, we met again at dog-training class, where she had a new Shepherd and I had my two giant lab/bully dogs.

Much has changed for both of us over the years–and not just dogs. My husband lives in a nursing home, and I’m alone with the dogs. Shelly is married and has two little boys. She has given up her fishing business to be a wife and mom. Alas, sometimes children can be as exasperating as puppies. When I entered the post office, Shelly and one of the boys were on the floor under the mail deposit box. The boy was having a tantrum while his brother leaned against the counter laughing, showing his tongue and two missing teeth.

“How are you?” I asked the beautiful blonde, freckled mom.
“I’ve had better moments,” she said, struggling to hold the wild-eyed child.
I nodded and went on to my P.O. Box to collect my junk mail. I could hear her saying some of the very things I might say to my dogs: Stop it, sit up, keep still, be quiet. But in the middle of a tantrum it doesn’t work any better with kids than it does with dogs–and I have the cuts and bruises to prove it.

Parenting is tough. I’m not equating dogs with children. Kids grow up, but both take a lot of energy when they’re young and early training is vital. I wonder if sometimes Shelly remembers those days out at sea on the Lady Luck and wishes she were still there. Maybe she does at times like the one in the Post Office, but I’m sure there are other times when she looks at her sons with love and pride and wouldn’t trade them for all the crab and salmon in the sea.

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I attended a party the other night with people from church whom I don’t know very well. Somehow we split up into women around one table and men around the other. I soon found myself the alien in the group. Not only did I not have a husband to bring, but I don’t have children. All of these women seem to have grown children and grandchildren to talk about. It was a long evening. The division between the Mom Club and those of us without children never ends.

Paradise, Piece by Piece

Sue Fagalde Lick Molly Peacock, Paradise, Piece by Piece

I just finished reading a book by poet Molly Peacock called Paradise, Piece by Piece. Her first foray into prose, it tells the story of why she decided not to have children and how that decision has played out in her life. It offers some touching insights, plus it’s a wonderfully written memoir about a child who had a terrible childhood and struggled to find her way as an adult. I had a hard time putting it down. It has been out since 1998, so you can probably find a used copy. Highly recommended. Read more about Peacock at www.mollypeacock.org.

Peacock maintains that although women who don’t have children do seem to miss a stage in growing up, other life experiences, such as the deaths of their parents, will bring them to full maturity in time.

She also notes that several other famous female authors, including Louisa May Alcott, have been childless. She raises the question of whether one can be dedicated to both one’s art and the many challenges of being a parent. What do you think?

We’ve got to talk about it

Sue Fagalde Lick childless by marriage, talk about children before marriage

I wound up childless because I didn’t have THE CONVERSATION with my husbands-to-be before we got married. I did not tell them I definitely wanted children and make sure they wanted them, too. I just assumed. It’s always a bad idea to assume anything. You might be wrong.

I get lots of e-mails these days from women, and a few men, who are in the same position. They thought they’d have children. They married or entered long-time partnerships, discovering later that their mates did not share their desire for offspring. I have heard stories of hidden vasectomies, forced abortions, and, most often, partners who just refused to discuss having children. My friends, if they refuse to talk about it, they are probably also going to refuse to parent–or maybe they have concerns that can be worked out. You’ll never know for sure if you don’t put it in words.

In my own situation, I have come to realize that if I had communicated how important it was for me to have children, my husband would have cooperated. Yes, he said he didn’t want more children, and I know he meant it, but I also know after all these years, that he loved me enough to do it to make me happy. I didn’t say the words. I was afraid I’d lose him.

We also need to talk about it with our friends and relatives. One man recently told me he’s afraid to say anything to his childless friends about the fact that he has children and they don’t. That’s how friendships end and the world divides into parents and non-parents. Sometimes it hurts not to have children. Let your friends know that, but know they don’t have to hide their kids from you either. Talk about it. It will make life a lot easier.

A Few Men Finally Get It

Sue Fagalde Lick childless by marriage

…Recently in the gynecology waiting room, I seemed to be the only one who wasn’t pregnant or accompanied by children. When one new mom was called in, her husband took over care of their baby. Oh, how tenderly he touched that soft skin, how gently he lifted his daughter out of her carrier and cradled her in his arm. Why did I not marry a man like that, I thought. A few minutes later, I was in the examining room answering questions: How many children? None. How many pregnancies? None. Post-menopausal? Yes.

This is the final paragraph of a section of my Childless by Marriage book that I read at an open mic last night. The audience was so silent I thought I had bombed, but afterward, many people came up to tell me how moved they were by what I had written. Most of them were men. In fact, one began by asking, “Are you all right?” My words had been so emotional he thought I must be in terrible pain. I assured him I was fine. The men, all about the right age to be my husband if I weren’t already married to Fred, said they admired me for saying such private things out loud, that they didn’t realize how a woman might feel about not having children, and that most people are afraid to talk about the subject with their childless friends and relatives.

It was encouraging and enlightening. I have always thought my main audience was women. But perhaps men will read more to find out what we haven’t told them.

And the ducks go quack, quack, quack

Sue Fagalde Lick children's songs

This fall I’m going to be leading and playing piano for children’s music at church. They sing simple little ditties accompanied by gestures. Until last week at our late music director Catherine’s funeral, I hadn’t seen it done, and I didn’t know any of the songs. I struggled to find a key that fit the kids’ monotone voices, and people kept telling me to go faster.

Catherine had eight children and oodles of grandchildren, but it’s all foreign to me. All the kids and their parents know the songs from having gone to religious education classes, but I have to learn them from sheet music. I’m going to be the only one who doesn’t know the songs already because I wasn’t part of that world. I could have taught religious education classes and joined that world, but I didn’t because I didn’t know anything about children, and I was too busy singing with the adults. When I was a kid, we sang songs like “Holy God, We Praise They Name,” not “The Ducks Go Quack, Quack, Quack,” complete with wing-flapping. Wish me luck.

This brings back the time when I sang at a birthday party for a friend’s 5-year-old son and I bought this Raffi book and did my best to cram the songs because I didn’t know any kid songs then either. They wanted the same songs over and over, and they sat so close, touching me and my guitar, that I couldn’t wait to get away. I’m not used to having children invading my space. It was one of the hardest gigs I ever did.

It’s just another side-effect of not having children. You don’t know the songs. And the kids think you’re an idiot.

Where does religion fit in?

Sue Fagalde Lick abstinence, birth control, childlesssness and religion

Hi all,
I’m pushing ahead with my Childless by Marriage book, and I’m in the chapter about religion. I’m Catholic. Using any kind of artificial birth control is a sin. I didn’t know that back in the years when I was using it, and now I wonder what I would have done if I did know. In my research I’m reading figures ranging from 60 to 95 percent of Catholic women who use birth control these days. We’re supposed to accept all the babies God gives us, but is that realistic, and what if our mates disagree?

In an era where sex seems to be everywhere, kids are still being taught that abstinence is the way to go. It’s a nice idea, but in a competition between a holy idea and hormones, hormones will usually win.

In my research, I found that only a handful of women said religion was a factor in their decision to remain childless, even though many faiths stress the need to procreate. So my question is: how about you? Where does religion fit in your childless life?