I’ve finally caught up with myself enough to write a post. The lead-up to Christmas was incredibly hectic at work, only to then drive 400 miles to visit my sister and the rest of my family. Along some wonderful gifts and memorable moments, I also got a cold and a stomach bug for Christmas, so returned home just as exhausted as when I left, and I have been trying to catch up ever since.
While at my sister’s, I read Lisa Manterfield’s I’m Taking My Eggs and Going Home: How One Woman Dared to Say No to Motherhood (one of the gift’s I received). Reflecting on her experience emboldened me to describe why My Man and I decided to not adopt as part of a larger discussion with my brother-in-law’s family. I was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing, and got some interested questions. I mean–what the heck? I had just patiently and cheerfully listened to an hour-long discussion on child-rearing. I also think that some people close to us are wondering about our decision, but are too polite to ask. Regardless, it felt good. Our experience is just as valid and legitimate as those with children, and I felt proud that I took myself seriously enough to risk including our angle.