All my babies are gone now…

All My Babies Are Gone Now 
 
By Anna Quindlen, Newsweek Columnist and Author 
 
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow, but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past. 
 
Everything in all the books I once pored over is finished for me now. Penelope Leach, T. Berry Brazelton, Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education — all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations — what they taught me, was that they couldn’t really teach me very much at all. 

Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2. 

When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton’s wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there something wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China. Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too. 
 
Every part of raising children is humbling. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the “Remember-When-Mom-Did” Hall of Fame. The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language –mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pickup. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, “What did you get wrong?” (She insisted I include that here.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald’s drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking? 
 
But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. 
 
I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.  

Even today I’m not sure what worked and what didn’t, what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I’d done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That’s what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were. 

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
 
 

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17 Responses to “All my babies are gone now…”


  1. 1 boogiemum May 13, 2007 at 9:06 pm

    I love this. I absolutely love this. Thanks for sharing this with us all. I need to save and refer to this advice often.

    Happy Mother’s Day to you!

  2. 2 Joannah May 13, 2007 at 10:33 pm

    That is just an amazing piece! There’s so much to glean from her experience, isn’t there? Thank you for sharing that with us today, Stephanie!

    Happy Mother’s Day!

  3. 3 Aimee May 14, 2007 at 12:24 am

    Happy Mothers’ Day to you! Thanks for sharing this post!

  4. 4 Connie May 14, 2007 at 12:46 pm

    I love that.

    Happy Mother’s Day to you!

  5. 5 Kim May 16, 2007 at 11:11 am

    I read this piece, too! Fantastic – really moving 🙂

  6. 6 Melly May 18, 2007 at 5:56 am

    How very true indeed!!!! What a great post – hope you had a lovely mothers day and thank you for your congratulations! =)

  7. 7 Miss Behaving June 10, 2007 at 1:34 am

    So very true. Thanks so much for posting it.
    For mothers, mothers passed and mothers- to- be
    Happy Mothers’s Day.

  8. 8 Laura June 11, 2007 at 4:35 am

    Anna’s writing has captured my feelings and thoughts on motherhood. Thank you for sharing and reminding us to live in the moment!

  9. 9 Ali Heidarpour December 9, 2009 at 7:05 pm

    you have done a great touch down on my soul train,live in the present moments and forget the future expections.Thanks, for help me to open eyes…………and show me how to see moments.happy mother day……

  10. 11 W*R*O* February 13, 2011 at 6:10 pm

    a friend sent this to me today…4yrs after you’ve written it. i’m a mother of a 6yr old, recently separated, clinicaly depressed and looking for a job to “get me back on my feet”…talk about NOT living in the moment, but rather the pain of it. and through all this, I wonder how my daughter will fair…I wish I could look forward to see she’ll be fine or that I or “broken family” won’t f**k her up.

    Thank you for writing this…through your words, you’ve lended me hope, encouragement and hope…

    W*R*O*

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