In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve discovered that there’s at least one item on my ‘What If’ list that I can cross off: “What if I don’t have the support of family and friends?” Consider it axed. Two friends, in particular, sent very thoughtful responses to my ‘What If’ list, and in the spirit of blogginess, I wanted to share some of what they wrote.
For all those thinking-about-becoming-a-mother-types out there, H.M. wrote the following comforting words about cooking (or not cooking, which is my real fear):
“Your kid will be JUST FINE. Vons has surprisingly tasty rotisserie chickens, there's a reason they invented take-out, and the number of hot dogs my kids have eaten has not stopped them from being SuperGeniuses. Seriously. Cross that one off the list.”
Done and thank you.
And my friend I.F. was concerned that my concern about my theoretical future child being a Republican might alienate some readers.
It’s a good point, so I mulled and mulled… and then decided not to edit the post. I do want to clarify, though, that if I had a child who was happy, healthy, and well-adjusted—and also happened to be a Republican—I’d be okay with it. If it meant that my child was an independent thinker who learned about the world and examined his or her beliefs, and through a thoughtful process of intellectual examination and emotional evaluation decided that, for whatever reason, the Republican Party spoke to him or her… I would probably be impressed. There are, after all, a wide range of views within the Republican Party, just as there are in the Democratic Party.
But the fact is, I’m pretty liberal. I’d like to raise a kid who believes in things like gay marriage and even abortion rights, which may seem ironic on this kind of blog. But equality for all and individual freedoms are important to me (including, by the way, your right to own a gun, though I don’t and never will). I’d hope my child would share those values. If he or she didn’t? Of course I wouldn’t love him or her any less—we’d just have to agree to heartily disagree. One upside: Christmas dinner would be a lot more interesting.
And of all the things I’m afraid of, the ones that involve me making mistakes and failing my child in some fundamental way are the ones that keep me up at night. The other ones… hopefully that stuff just works itself out. Right?
So thanks, ladies. And keep it coming!