Friday, February 22, 2008

Between Ellen Page and Jennifer Garner: Some Kind of Funny Single Parent

What with the Oscars coming up this weekend, I've been thinking a lot about the movie Juno again. I saw Juno a month or so ago, and, in spite of being occasionally annoyed by the preciousness of Ellen Page's character, I really liked it. Indeed, I was so moved by it that I was that crazy person who stayed sobbing in her seat after the movie had ended. Remember? You probably had to climb over me to get out of your row.

In trying to make sense of my emotional response to the film, I realized that my first point of identification had been with Ellen Page's character, the teenage Juno who finds herself unexpectedly pregnant and not sure what to do. Of course, I realize that I actually have far more in common with the Jennifer Garner character, Vanessa, a woman in her thirties who goes to great length and expense to become a parent. Her process was, like mine, quite intentional. As Vanessa ends up unexpectedly single by the end of the film, she becomes a single parent by choice with courage, grace, and determination.

And yet, even as I thought of all the ways in which we were alike, I couldn't help but feel that something was amiss in this comparison. After all, even as she ends up without a husband, Vanessa is the perfect parent-to-be. She owns a beautiful, spotlessly clean home, and a brand new, well-maintained SUV. The nursery is already well-stocked and painted in several complimentary shades of yellow. She has a successful career, a well-paying job, and enough maternity leave and savings to provide safe and loving care for her new child.

I, on the other hand, live in a beautiful but decrepit one-bedroom apartment, and am not sure that I could afford to rent a new one, let alone buy a home. I drive a ten-year-old Nissan Sentra with almost 150,000 miles on it. My baby stash is being accumulated from the hand-me-downs of others, and I live on a graduate student stipend. Now certainly I've got the cultural capital of a lot of high-end education (and hopefully soon, a PhD), but as we all know, cultural capital alone doesn't pay the bills. And so, even as I become a single parent by choice in one of the most intentional processes possible, I'm fully aware of all the ways in which I don't fit the "respectable" single parent mold.

Thus, some part of me still relates to Juno, even as I realize how vastly different our situations are. Though I'm 15 years older than her character, somewhere deep inside I secretly expect to be judged for getting "knocked up" without a partner. Or a job. Or a house in the suburbs. In becoming a parent in this non-traditional way, I have rejected a politics of respectability in favor of a new vision of family. Somedays, I worry about the backlash.

Parenting in this liminal space, with full intention but outside of the mainstream, is a challenge. I almost never see examples of families that look like mine. It also makes me critically aware of the ways in which queer family making, and indeed, queer love in general, is a radical political act. Having the courage, strength, and creativity to re-imagine our families, our communities, and our partnerships requires a particular type of bravery. I like to think that it also, potentially, can impact how others imagine the world, and its possibilities. As I prepare to raise my kid in a type of family that is barely visible, barely recognized, I can only hope that our presence, the tiny bit of space we carve out in the world, will create a little bit more space for someone else with a family that doesn't quite "fit." This is, after all, the radical potential of this queer new world...

5 comments:

R and J said...

I hope so too!!

M said...

I've read several so called lesbian ttc/baby-blogs for almost two years now but I have never found one that speaks to like your does! The other blogs always makes me feel kind of left out at one stage - just because the things you write about in this post. The person in the blog is (almost) always this person with a well paid job and a house and a big car and a spare room for the kid and a devoted partner and so on and so on.

I am so happy to finally be able to read aout something different from that! Thank you for a very interesting blog.

A Womb of My Own said...

Back on the FSH. Hopefully I can add my teacher-salaried, single-mother-by-choice, apartment-renting family to yours soon! And within walking distance from each other! That's some kind of visibility.

plump said...

The only kind of parent you need to be is the one your kid needs. What you do or don't do or how you do ordon't do it is no ones business but yours and your childs.

I am happily partnered but beyond that, we do not fit the mold of a couple appropriately trying to conceive. My partner just quit her job to go back to freelancing. I work for an small NGO and earn crappy money. We have educational and credit card debt. We have no savings. We are decades from owning a house and the one we rent is small. There will be no nursery a la Juno.

We have cultural capital coming out our ears and because of that, our child will have the greatest privilege of experience and love and to me, that's the most important thing.

No matter how we parent, someone will find a way to disapprove.

You're dedication and passion is what ensures me that you are going to be a great mum. For sure. xo

Monique said...

I don't think anyone, gay or straight, will make a better mother than you. So what you drive a 10 year old car and live in a one-bedroom apartment and can barely make ends meet. Honey, I'm single, drive at 3 year old car, live in a one bedroom apartment and can barely make ends meet. But you know what makes us fabulous? We will be the best mothers ever. God gave us this blessing and we must embrace it. Oh for us to be so worthy of such a thing! I say to hell with the backlash.

Do you know how much people look at me with pity when I tell them that my child's father has not called in two weeks and may not call again? I feel like complete shyt. But you know what? When feel this little boy or little girl kick me (which he or she did just now) I'm reminded that I'm living for them and not him.

Do you girl and all will be well.