Just how many times can a daughter, with a career and husband and children of her own, leave everything behind to care for an ill parent thousands of miles away?
Each year, more than 1 million children experience the divorce of their parents. Divorce rates peaked in 1979-1981 at 5.3 per 1000 persons and decreased by 1995 to 4.4 per 1000 persons. Approximately 50% of first marriages and 60% of second marriages end in divorce (Cohen, American Academy of Pediatrics). Moreover, the American Psychological Association notes that children of stepfamilies face higher risks of emotional and behavioral problems.
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I like to think of myself as a strong woman, a tough cookie, if you will. Even when it comes to my marriage and my husband, I tend to play the role of Ms.Do-it-All-Handle-it-All-Without-Complaint. In this way, now that I am pregnant, it’s tough to suddenly admit that I just can’t do it. And by it, I mean a lot. This is where an unexpected benefit of childbirth classes comes in.
I'm lucky. I'll say that right off the bat. I have a job that recognizes that I have a life outside of work. That is a rare and magical gift. I don't know what I would do without that. I know a lot of women aren't so lucky. They have to support their families financially, care for them emotionally and protect their physical well-being, all while maintaining jobs that make it hard for them to be the kind of parents they want to be. It makes a tough situation tougher.
Children inevitably go through periods of wanting to be with one parent more than the other. This can be trying for both parents. One feels neglected while the other dreams of peeing in peace. David is jealous that Alex always wants to be with me, while I envy his ability to go places alone. While this is natural, it's difficult for us to navigate the waters of childhood favoritism.
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Jealousy is ugly on me. I suppose it's ugly on anyone but it feels particularly nasty when I wear it. I would love to do away with it completely as an emotion, but it keeps cropping up again. It's not that I'm jealous of women who are taller, thinner, prettier. I'm not jealous of women with more money or more glamorous lifestyles. I'm jealous of one person and one person only: the mother of my stepson. And maybe not for the reasons you would think.
When I lost my second child in a second trimester miscarriage, Angelina Jolie was also pregnant, and was quoted as saying something along the lines of loving how much she felt like a woman, like her body was functioning exactly as it was designed to function. That quote left me, volatile and reeling, a sobbing mess – although to be fair, a sobbing mess pretty much describes me for the months following the miscarriage. What was wrong with my body? Why hadn’t I functioned as I was supposed to? I already had one beautiful and healthy child. What had I done wrong the second time around?