By Rachel Pieh Jones for Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers
A young American mom in Djibouti said her husband recently asked what she wanted and she looked at him, all crazy.
“What do I want? I don’t know what I want. I only know what the baby wants. Do I have wants? Do I get to have wants?”
Maybe not now, I thought. But one day, you will.
I didn’t say it out loud, though. The words, the sentiment, the experiential knowledge would age me, make me appear condescending and unsympathetic to this mom’s current loss of autonomy.
I wanted to talk about how when that day came she still wouldn’t know what she wanted and that it would take her months of floundering through guilt, feeling selfish, and being daunted by the sheer number of options to settle into what she wanted, who she might be, when she no longer had a baby or toddler.
That conversation didn’t belong in this conversation because I was talking with three women who still had babies and would most likely have more babies in the future. That was a conversation they weren’t going to have for another decade, give or take. By that point, I would be ready to talk about colleges and careers.