It's not supposed to be about the parents
GeoffP said:
You'd actually have to read Saletan's article at
Slate for it to make sense.
What's wrong with having your own kid? Oh, right...it's "not adoption"? Why not just let people make their own choices on this?
There's nothing wrong with having one's own kid. But having someone else have it for you? I'm not opposed to the principle, but in the face of the number of children who need homes and stable families?
The problem is that it's about the parents, not the kid.
In case you hadn't noticed, this lovely capitalist system that everyone enjoys so much relies inherently on at least replacement, and moreso on expansion.
In case you hadn't noticed, this lovely capitalist system that everyone enjoys so much is broken. Your point?
Colloquially, how about a divorced father living on his own? Should he be a parent?
Well, what would be the basis of that proposition?
How about anyone in bizarre circumstances not of their choosing, like some general infertility?
What would be the basis of that proposition?
See, in both these instances, you're too focused on some personal issue and not on the underlying proposition. I think pretty much
anyone for whom parenthood is all about the parents should not be a parent.
Agreed, she tied her tubes, but was this actually part of a plot to get the mother involved?
Hysterectomy, which suggests to me there's a reason. But that's actually beside the point.
The flip-side, though, is that if I'm looking to marry a woman, and I want to have kids, one of the criteria—if reproducing my own genetic material is so damn important—would be that she's capable of having kids in the first place.
We can dwell on that for a moment, if you want. I mean, did he not think about this beforehand? Was there some awkward moment a couple months into the marriage when he told her how he couldn't wait for them to have a kid, and she finally said, "About that ... there's something you should know"?
And then there's the sob-story. They tried to adopt. It was taking
years. Well, shit, how choosy were they being? Like I said, I looked up waiting times for adoptions, and the
very first service I found ran between two months and two years. As I told Milkweed, "It shouldn't take years, given the bumper crop of kids out there, and, in the end, Mrs. Coseno implies that the period was about two years."
I was wrong, though. It's either two years or several years. And, frankly, if they're burning through money and it's taking several years,
what the hell is the problem? Seriously?
Really, man, I want to know? What the hell adoption services were they using that was collecting enough money to threaten the family's financial stability over the course of several years? Hence, the beer line question. We'll get to that in a minute.
And what's wrong with wanting your own? Your argument seems to be based around some kind of resentment at being adopted, or some resentment that other people dared not to prefer adoption. Should I rage at adoptive couples because they just didn't try hard enough to do it the natural way?
Ye gads, are you
trying to miss the point?
Anyway, there's a point when wanting "your own" child gets to be obsessive and destructive; that is when it becomes about the parent, and not the child. When the fact of a family, a child to love and be loved by, to nurture and share with, to raise and take joy in the happiness of another, is insufficient? When it's about "your own"? I mean, hey, if you've got the machinery, why would I object? And under certain conditions I have no objection to having someone else have your baby. But in a nation with so many kids needing homes, it's just stupid.
Your, your, your. Or my, my, my. His, his, his. Hers, hers, hers. I'll give you a hint on this one: When you adopt a child, bring it home into your family and love,
it is your child.
I'm sorry, but your implication seems kind of like "how dare you breed". Is this it?
Not quite. It's more like, "How dare you make parenthood about yourself!"
I'll answer in the same line as Bells: no. Not as a general rule. You seem to have this festering resentment against the breeding population.
No. I have a scorching resentment of people who make status symbols of their kids. Parenthood is not about the parents. Well, that's the idyll. Unfortunately, too many parents believe the opposite.
Then children aren't status symbols in your family or anyone else's, one hopes.
Unless there's a typo there, I can't find any grounds to disagree with that statement.
First, your scenario is another construct. Yet let's address it. This is your progeny you're representing. You have an obligation to present his or her case as strongly as possible. Should you back down and admit that your kid isn't outperforming his or her peers, or, worse still, is subperforming? You might as well pack your bags and hit the road, because you clearly don't have this kid's back.
You're fucking kidding me, right?
First off, you sound like the back-philosophy for a Monty Python sketch. Secondly, subperforming compared to what? Some poor bastard whose parents are making him so fucking retentive he's shitting singularities?
Pride might enter into it, but this has fuck all to do with adoption so far as I can tell.
Well, that part came into consideration in terms of whether status symbols are purely tangible. You know, the yacht, the car, the trophy wife?
The adoptive parents I know are no less braggart for their adoptive children; if they were, it would be a matter for heredity, not heraldry. I can appreciate your internalized self-doubt, but while it's commendable in a way that you recognize this issue, it's not central to the well-being of your child.
Um ... okay. I just didn't want you to think I was ignoring this part.
Or in short: you're in a competitive system, so watch your kid's back and give them the best leg up you can - and that also means competing with his peers, and the family of those peers.
I want you to think for a minute about how obsessed and materialistic Americans can be. How viciously capitalist and full of shit we can be. You're either with us or you're against us. There's nobody better than us. You know, all that stupid, jingoistic bullshit the rest of the world wishes we'd just get over? It's nothing more than a macroscale of Keeping Up With The Joneses. You want to know what buying into the competitive system gets you? Take a look at what we just did to the world. Wars, chaos, the short-selling of freedom, and now we've gone and fucked your banks, as well.
Yeah, seriously. That's the problem with making it all about the self, Geoff. We're a people determined to be Kings of the Hill in the end, even if the only thing left is a fucking rubbish tip.
The flip-side is that we are a
cooperative species. We're supposed to compete with the rest of nature. Once certain material necessities are taken care of, we don't have to compete with one another. In the meantime, though, we like to fuck things up from time to time to make sure we never get to that point. What, if my daughter wants to be a cheerleader, should I shoot her rival's mother? (What? We're
Americans. We do that sort of shit 'round here,
in case you haven't heard.)
In fairness, there probably are those who do use their children as markers of pride - but I expect they're in the marginal minority.
That depends largely on how you measure that pride. I mean, I'm an American, sir. Those phrases I mentioned to Madanthonywayne? I used to get one a lot: "What will the neighbors think?" What do you mean, what will the neighbors think? They'll think we're normal kids, for fuck's sake.
Why is "normal" so goddamn horrifying? I mean, yeah, now that I see what statistically-normal people are like in my society, it's kind of disturbing. The last ten or twelve years, especially, have been unsettling, even disorienting. But more relevantly, how is it that a kid being normal means you're a bad parent? How the fuck does that work?
And, for the love of everything decent, sir, I can't tell you how common, "No kid of mine ...," is. I always wonder, "Why not?" I mean, my parents were smarter than to throw that sort of shit at me, but that doesn't mean I never heard it. Why won't your kid marry a Jew? Why won't your kid be gay? Why won't your kid work in the union?
Because the parents are embarrassed. Maybe it's a purely American phenomenon. Maybe it's a Pacific Northwest thing. Maybe it's only Pierce County, Washington where everyone I know has heard someone say that to their kids. I mean, sometimes I'd swear we were the only people in the world outside Japan who ever saw
Star Blazers, so anything's possible.
But, to the other, I also know it's not just a Pierce County, or Washington, or northwest, or even American thing. I know Canadians know it. I know the British know it.
Um ... let me see here ... oh, Milkweed. See post #2.
This is so. Is anyone else doing it? Why exactly should I inhibit my own genetic drive, if no one else is?
Well, at some point, if you end up with more kids than you can take care of, it's not healthy. For the kids. Or for you, if that happens to be what's important.
Fine. You only have to prove that your position is related to the case above. Or you could discuss it as a general proposition
The question is whether parenthood is about the parents or the kid. Seriously, man, I could draw out a list of regrets about having an unplanned daughter, but I refuse to regret it. I'm hardly the best father on the planet, and we all know that, but the last thing this is about is me. If it was, I would have taken my opportunity to duck out when it was offered. I could have left. I could have skipped out and never had a thing to do with this kid. Her mother, the day she confirmed she was pregnant, even asked my thoughts on putting our child up for adoption. I had every chance to get out. And from the moment I said, "No," and covered my bases by saying, "If you're serious about adoption, I'll take her," it's been about her. Doesn't mean I'm suddenly, magically not crazy anymore. Doesn't mean I have a goddamn clue what I'm doing most days. But it's not about me. That's the one thing I learned about parenthood that hasn't turned completely on its head.
And it's true, there are moments in which pride is inevitable. Some of the things my father has said to me since my daughter arrived ... the fascinating spectacles she puts on sometimes ... the moment when one of my friends looks at me and nods and says, "Yeah, she's your kid, alright" ... things her teacher said. Those moments happen. And it's always good to have a moment to relax and know I haven't blown it yet. But it's a far, far different thing, when your kid does something to stir your pride, than establishing demands and standards in order that you can be proud.
It's just
not about me. Or else I would be somewhere else, stoned out of my gourd, maybe every once in a while stopping to smile unconvincingly at myself in a mirror in a tavern restroom, wondering what ever became of that kid I fertilized, and congratulating myself on a proper continuation of a disjointed and accidental heritage that was never supposed to be.
Some days it's hard. Truth told, though, I wouldn't give it up for the world.
Parenthood is
not about the parents.
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Notes:
"Trial to Open in Plot to Make Girl a Cheerleader". New York Times. August 25, 1991. http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9D0CE7D71138F936A1575BC0A967958260