- "I find myself two months after joining SMC with tears in my eyes. The tears are hopeful tears as I read the responses to my laundry list of questions from other SMC’s on the Forum. They are tears of absolute joy and hopefulness that so many other women have pursued this journey. They have these wonderfully rich stories of their journeys and of their children, each unique, none without a few bumps in the road, but that’s parenthood."
- "Being a member of SMC has given me a community of women who "get it". They understand the day to day, and always have great advice and wisdom to offer. In addition, I have made some of my closest friends through this organization!!"
Editor’s note – Last year, Szuchman reached out to the Single Mothers by Choice group requesting to speak with moms in the group for a story regarding the debate over “opting-out.” Following is her article from “Women in the World” on The Daily Beast.
At 35, Talia Braude left her job at a high-end architecture firm in Manhattan to be her own boss.
At 38, she bought a vial of sperm, via the California Cryobank, from a guy with blue eyes who is an avowed atheist.
At 39, she became a single mom.
Talia and her baby boy, now 10 weeks old, live in a fourth-floor walkup with a cat named Jini, in a Brooklyn brownstone she renovated with her business partner. As her own boss, she doesn’t exactly get paid maternity leave, so she went back to work pretty quickly, her sister helping out with the
I sometimes sense that when the thinkers/planners/tryers in Single Mothers by Choice say they admire those of us who are already moms, there’s perhaps a sense of wonder about how we do it all and whether the aspiring mom is up to the task herself. I know when I was in the thinking phase, I often wondered the same about myself.
I wondered if those SMC moms possessed certain abilities I might lack, since it can be intimidating to see triathlon athletes and all the other high-powered and fabulous women who often frequent SMC’s online forums. Most specifically, on a personal level, I don’t consider myself a very high-energy person. Pre-baby, I loved to sleep in on the weekends and then curl up on the couch indulging in tons of TV watching and book reading. My idea of a good time is dining out and then vegging out. I’m not
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Choosing whether or not to become an SMC is a very personal decision. And no one can make this decision for you. Only you can figure out which path is right for you and which will make you happiest and most fulfilled.
That said, of course there are hundreds of ways of living child-free, just as there are hundreds of ways of living with children. Each person has to decide what parts of her/his life she/he wants to explore or expand. Everyone’s going to find fulfillment in a different way. Some will travel. Some will study and learn. Some will explore their own creativity.
For everyone who had a difficult road to parenthood, there’s another who became pregnant on the first try. For everyone who felt that the first few months were impossibly difficult and exhausting, there’s another who felt that everything was smooth sailing. For everyone whose child was
He died 12:05am, January 2, 1998.
Like so many things in my life, this whole SMC journey would be very different if he were still with me. I know for a fact that he would struggle with it — that he would be afraid that I was saying the role he played in my life was not important because of my saying that I could raise a child without a father. (We actually had a piece of that discussion before he died. I wish we had finished it.)
On the flip side, I believe he would be proud of me and support me and tell me I will be a good mother. And I know he’d be a wonderful father figure to have in my child’s life.
See, my parents had reverse roles in a lot of
The living room of the first home I purchased. I was so excited to own my own home after years of apartment living. I had my first real job after graduate school, and felt single and empowered while picking out paint colors at Home Depot. Of course, I did still hope that Mr. Right would show up sometime soon. He didn’t.
The child’s room for the home study to become a foster parent. I will always remember the name of the light blue color swatch, as it foreshadowed the heartbreak a year later when the judge sent her back to her biological mother. It was called “Salty Tears.” After she left I didn’t open the door to her room for six months. Eventually I repainted it a dark