Thursday, 16 February 2017

My Complicated Relationship with Mothers


I have had challenges with relating with mothers.  I will admit that, even though there is a cultural taboo to not question or doubt mothers (which is something I don’t fully understand that just because you have birthed a being that it somehow makes you immune from becoming a decent human being).

I’m sure part of this has to do with my own mother issues (which I’ll get into later), but most of all it has to do with the very different attitudes, perspectives and priorities that mothers hold that are so different than how I approach my life as a child-free woman.

For example, my priorities are my work, free time to read, learn and grow, my health and wellness and satisfying relationships. I value pleasure, freedom, joy, my sleep and don’t have much patience for relationships that are full of drama, conflict or are highly demanding.  I have a lot on my plate that inspires me to make a positive contribution. Self-care and low stress is huge for me. I have a low pain threshold and have no desire to endure suffering unnecessarily.

For many mothers, stress is the order of the day. Self-sacrificing and thinking about others 24-7 is what’s expected. As well as picking up after kids, cooking, cleaning – though all part of women’s oppressed roles, still land on her shoulders.  They have to keep everything under control and make sure all relationships are functioning.  It’s very difficult to be a “free spirit” as a mother, and if they are they are seen as neglectful to their children.  Life can become about child-speak and there isn’t a lot of room, until the kids leave home, to do self-discovery.  Family activities, caring about schooling and keeping things in order are the most important parts of being a parent and consume a lot of a mother’s time. A mother’s natural motivation is to see her kids do well and thrive (that’s not to say all mothers are like this as some are cruel and abusive). It’s noble and service-oriented and a good mom can make a difference in the world. But most of the job is thankless.

So merely due to lifestyle choices and differences, many child-free women and mothers clash in perspective, desires and motivations at a fundamental level.  So when a mother wants to talk endlessly about her children, a child-free woman is rolling her eyes thinking of a whole host of other things to talk about like art, politics, meeting new people.  When a mother goes on vacation she finds a resort that is family-oriented and brings her kids along, whereas a child-free woman is looking for a place that is as far away from children screaming as possible. When a mother is trying everything to get her rest, a child-free woman is out taking classes ranging from tantric sex to communicating with horses to how to make a successful career.

The common traits are that we’re women who have similar struggles to be respected and supported in society. We also share similar body parts.  And there is most likely a yearning for things to just go well, along with an innate capacity to create. 

Now, fast forward to being an adult with mothers. I’ve had the weirdest responses with mothers. I will admit that mothers initially scare me, it’s like a PTSD response inside of me.  It takes a long time for me to feel at ease with someone who is a mother.  Because I know there is a side of them that can turn into an overly protective, irrational person who is so deeply attached to their child that they can’t see a different perspective or what is needed for their higher happiness and freedom or that of their child’s.  The enmeshment is so huge. They have identity issues with being a good parent or the perfect parent that they can sometimes not see the forest for the trees. And they can make a lot of choices that aren’t really connected to their heart and soul but rather out of survival.

My trauma from mothers and those who defend them are great. I have actually been accused by my own father (who left when I was 3) that I am trying to steal my sister’s kids because I don’t have children, which is completely absurd as anyone who’s known me all my life would attest. I also had a mother pull her child away from me upon learning that I don’t have kids of my own – worried that I would probably kidnap her child just because I was interacting with her.  When I tried to defend an innocent child from the verbal attacks of their father, I was shunned and attacked by the mother, who is also abused by this man. I’ve also had mothers get super-defensive when their child hears a different perspective on life that may put all they’ve been taught into question and in opposition of the parent’s personal beliefs. I’ve seen mothers power-trip over others, believing they know best, instead of admitting they have controlling personalities.  I’ve had mothers try to mock me and convince me to have kids and try to drag me into their world, believing that “I just don’t understand what it’s like to be a mother,” to which I respond – “I may not, but I’ve heard the stories, seen the suffering, and not really down with it…I like my happy world without the guilt, madness and stress, thank you very much. I didn’t have ‘em and they are your responsibility to live with that decision.” It may seem detached and arrogant, but really – I don’t need to walk in those shoes.  I’m all about empathy and compassion while setting clear boundaries of what’s mine and what isn’t.  That’s maturity and leads to true balance and personal well-being.

Now here is the thing. I actually have deep empathy for mothers. It’s why I don’t want to be one.  I believe mothers have been duped in our world – women are told this is who they need to be and what they need to become with very little support or role models to choose differently. Many marriages breakdown when kids jump into the picture because all of the attention is on the kids with no room for couple’s spontaneous intimacy.  On top of that, women get baby brains and they can lose brain power because of the stress of child-birth.  They also may have to deal with some husbands who will leave or abandon them because they’ve gained weight or they are stressed or have post-partum (which isn’t the mother’s fault of course but it’s a reality out there).  Single mothers have lower incomes than men or child-free women.  This illusion that it’s the path to happiness, is a farce, as I’ve seen many mothers burdened by the bills, the challenges of having to parent the child or children single-handedly and have decreased health because of the day-to-day self-sacrificing challenges.  They have to prove their worth and competence in their friend network, with a vigilance and scrutiny that even fathers don’t experience.  It’s hell being a mother, especially in the modern age.

My relationship with my mother is mixed – I admire her for the woman I know her to be, then she will step into the mother role and everything will get wonky. But she’s been my main inspiration to be a child-free woman.  I’ll explain further.

I recently did a healing meditation with my colleague and business coach, Irina Benedict, and I came to realize that I serve Child-free Women because before I incarnated all I wanted was to see happy women in the world. I was born into a family of conflict – my mother was left at home alone while my father was out gambling and womanizing. My birth was considered to be yet another stress in the family, when all what I wanted to do was bring blessings into the world.  I know that my sister was wanting me in the world, and my mother liked my companionship. But I felt the hole in her heart of being emotionally neglected in a loveless marriage.  As I adjusted in the womb, I felt how sad everybody was and that my birth was not really something to be celebrated.  I held the deep engrained belief that “it’s better off that I didn’t exist” and “who would want me?” which was a complex I still struggle with and carry deep inside of me.  How many people out there have been born into painful, high drama and unloving homes?

My mom, later into my teens, admitted that she shouldn’t have had children.  Now partly this comes from her own inadequacies, but it also is from her truth.  Many would be aghast to hear this from their mothers, thinking it’s insensitive. But it’s honest. And I respect it because I totally get it. Many women get the short end of the stick in the parenting paradigm and some just aren’t meant to be in that position.  My mother should have been an artist, traveler, and freethinker. As her child, I felt this and did as much as possible not to be a burden on her.  It caused a whole lot of self-esteem issues inside of me along with self-destructive behaviour, but it wasn’t really about me – it was that my mom was forced by society and her parents to birth children and this wasn’t leading to her personal liberation. 

This is why, in my family as the only child-free woman, I stand in a commitment to making myself as happy and liberated as much as possible and to feel grateful that I came from an open-minded mother who blesses me in the work I do (she’ll still give some socialized quips but nothing compared to the pressures I’ve heard other child-free women have met).  I have met so many women from around the world and I see the oppression and suffering they experience, much less in the role of being a mother. I see it as a divine responsibility to be a role model and example to be a loving, clear, happy and healthy woman in this conflicted world and to show what a woman can do when she has the freedom, time and space to make a major difference.  This is why I feel called to serving child-free women to expand their spirits and fulfill their lives through my small business, The Child-free Heart.

I would love to hear from you about your relationship with mothers, too.

Friday, 10 February 2017

Poem for Child-free Folk

One of the members of the Guelph-KW "Happy and Child-free Meetup" showed me this poem, which is perfect for child-free folk. So validating to know that these pieces of literature are out there.  Would love to know if you have anything else you would like to share that's appropriate....

This Be The Verse
    By Philip Larkin          

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.   
    They may not mean to, but they do.   
They fill you with the faults they had
    And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
    By fools in old-style hats and coats,   
Who half the time were soppy-stern
    And half at one another’s throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
    It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
    And don’t have any kids yourself.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

From Disgruntled Aunt to Cool Aunt


I am an aunt or as my niece and nephew call me, “tìa”, in Spanish because their dad is from Latin America.


I never really thought much about being an aunt or what that would mean.  In the Western culture, there really isn’t much weight to that role. It just kind of happens to you because a sibling decides to procreate. 


When I found out that my sister was pregnant, I honestly went through mixed emotions.


Being a child-free woman myself, who wanted women’s freedom and rights outside of child-rearing, and to be a good citizen in the face of overpopulation and environmental problems, I honestly wasn’t keen on the idea of my sister having children.  She was also in a relationship that, through my perspective and how it’s come to unfold, was deeply dysfunctional. I saw the family pain being passed on to the next generation with each contraction she had when she was giving birth. 


I also despised the fact that I would now be coerced into having to join the cultural system of giving them gifts just because they are kids, and assuming that I would be babysitting them. I had to keep emphasizing to my sister and others that I was child-free for a reason…which would make me feel a bit like a mean b*tch at times – because always in the back of people’s minds there’s the unflinching perspective of “How could you not like kids? How could you not be excited about being an aunt?”


So I would hide my true feelings on the matter and not speak too openly about how it really was for me.  I had no motivation to do the sisterly thing of baby showers and decorating and painting the baby rooms. It all just seemed so wrong on so many levels.


The only thing, at the time, that excited me about being an aunt was that I could load the kids with sugar and candy, have a rockin’ fun time with them for about an hour or two and then send them on their way back home for their parents to deal with. 


So on the day my niece was born, I had a mix of emotions from terror for her life and future and feelings of “Wow! She’s so bloody cute”.  I knew the dynamics she was being born into, yet I felt this automatic bond to her. I sent a blessing into her heart quietly that said: “no matter what, follow your dreams,” hoping she wouldn’t forget where she came from and who she was in the mire of family chaos.


I didn’t take an active role at all. I lived in a different city, and did my own thing.  Even still, I knew that there was a little being out there who I helped into the world, who I felt a mix of love and concern for. No one else caught me like that before, and by her very presence, she made me be responsible to my own dreams – that is, to walk my talk.  Because of her, I learned to speak Spanish and I travelled to Latin America so I could understand her culture. I also took art classes while I was there, which was one of my true dreams. I wanted to be a role model to her that there are people in our family who cared to live from the heart and soul and it’s possible to not get caught in the materialism of the world.


Then my sister had a second child, a boy, and I was there for his birth, as well. In fact, I came back from Mexico on his due date. So much for being an aloof aunt.  I had no idea what had gotten into me and what moved me to be so dedicated. It really wasn’t like me.


So when he was born, which was quick and in a jiffy, I felt this energy of needing to protect him.  I saw his vulnerability and I had deep fear within me that he would take on the pain of his father’s side of the family, who were people who worked for the military in Latin America. They had a macho-code that passed on to the men on that side and I wanted to do everything in my power to not have him be influenced by this. He was too precious to become a soldier, in my mind.  Yet I had to let go and trust that this is not my child and this is his fate on some level.


And then I realized that unique pain of being an aunt, especially in our culture.  We don’t have a say in the upbringing of the children. We are expected to be there for them on a physical and practical basis, but if you cross the line of giving any wisdom, perspective or guidance, most parents get defensive and won’t listen to what we have to say. Aunts carry an ache in wanting make sure these kids don’t get hurt and yet become responsible citizens on the planet, whereas the parents are wrapped up in making them into mini-versions of themselves or living up to some kind of codes of achievement.  Aunts have enough detachment and distance to see what is need to put these kids on the path of freedom, kindness and conscientiousness. But often the aunt’s position is not one that is taken seriously.


Only now that my niece is a teenager do I feel I can offer her something of value. She is now starting to think on her own, question her family upbringing, and make choices that speak to her. She knows I’ve always had her back and been in her corner, advocating for her to be free of abusive or socialized dynamics. I am the only person in her family who truly sees the pain she’s been in, more than she realizes, and I know there is a sacred position in helping her through into the light of her soul and truth. 


It’s only now that I’m truly understanding the deep worth of the cool aunt in a teenager’s life and how we have the chance to be spiritual liberators for them, if they so choose to break out of the confines of their family of origin.


So as a child-free mentor, I also embrace the title of Cool Aunt, as I believe both roles do similar work – to care about the wisdom, happiness and freedom of girls and women in the truest sense.


I would love to see more respect and honour in our families and society for the position of being an aunt. Fortunately, there is an Aunt and Uncle Day – on July 27th so there is some movement in that direction. Apparently in the States 50% of women are without kids and in the role of being an aunt.  This feels like a positive shift and something that shows that nurturing and wisdom, not just procreating, are coming into our world more. 

I would love to hear any stories you have about being a child-free woman and an aunt. How has it been for you? Any struggles or challenges? I’d love to hear your feedback.


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