Where we left off in September was when I wrote effort and the merits of “trying.” Saying that the process of trying is almost like writing code. If I try and do this I might yield that particular result.
But unlike code, life often doesn’t compute.
I think of how hard I tried for a “natural” birth with both of my kids. Despite my efforts, education, so much research, a great support system, and every little bumper I could imagine, life had different plans and I had c-sections. One of which was an emergency. The other? With my second baby? It was an act of surrender.
The gorgeous, sunny, and hot fall had finally succumbed to grey, wind, and cold. It was Halloween and I walked out of my obstetricians office into the blustery elements. My 41 Week pregnant belly poked out of the puffy, non maternity winter coat I dug out of the closet that morning. As I got in the car, the rain pounded on my windshield and I started to cry just as hard.
The baby looked great. In fact, she had a full head of hair making the woman operating the ultrasound equipment gush in amazement: “Oh my god, this baby has a lot of hair. A lot of hair! This baby has so much hair!” My doctor was fine with where things were, but made it clear we wouldn’t be able to go much longer.
Months earlier we had discussed my desire for a VBAC, or a vaginal birth after cesarian. After the trauma and pain of Theo’s birth, where nearly anything that could go wrong had, I wanted redemption. I wanted my natural birth. I knew I could do it. My body just had to get it started as an induction wasn’t an option once you have had a c-section.
So, my body had to go into labor on its own to make a chance at a VBAC even possible.
It just wasn’t.
And time was running out.
I was told that— in addition to a great head of hair— baby didn’t look too big, so that was good. But, she was still high up in my body and my cervix was not dilated at all.
Memories of the random reports from friends after 38 Week appointments where they were “already two centimeters dilated” or of the many birth stories that I read and watched on YouTube where women just happened to be in active, progressing labor right on their due dates echoed in my head.
Why couldn’t my body do that? Why couldn’t I do that?
They wanted me back in 48 hour for another check and to make some decisions. If things at that check up still looked good, I was told that I might be able to do what they called a “gentle induction.” As she explained the process, she rattled off some familiar tools that were used in the sampler platter of interventions that I had already received when Theo was born.
But, I wondered: What if the same thing happened? What if I waited two more days, went in, and got cytotec, the folly balloon, and pitocin? What if I bounced on the ball and rolled with the peanut thingy and did so many squats until an actual whole day passed. And then I had to have an epidural just so I could get some sleep. And, then after another full day would pass. And, would there be another couple hours of painful pushing and no progress to only end up with a c-section… again?
It took me a few more tears and a couple phone calls with Adam and my parents, but late in the afternoon I called the OB’s office and told them just to just forget the next appointment and book me for the OR. If this baby wasn’t coming on her own in the next 48 hours, I would just jump to where the “what if’s” were erased and that I already knew what I was in for.
I felt better, but still not great. But, I knew it was time to surrender.
There was a time when I used to think that surrender was giving up. I pictured a white flag flying signaling defeat or weakness. Or, someone throwing their hands up in frustration with a complete release of control with a exhasperated, “I quit!”
Now I know it is actually quite quiet, but not at all passive. It is just simply an acknowledgment of not wanting to fight any more. It is an openness and comfortably with the unknown and a release of control.
I like to control things. I put forth good effort to make things in my life move with ease and care. As I wrote in the fall I try very hard. I believe it is good, worthwhile, and beautiful.
But, I can’t control it all.
There is such a randomness to life. It has bombs that can go off without any notice. Things happen despite good effort. I am learning that I have to hold things loosely.
This is hard in the sense of love and grief and especially in parenting. To know that I can love someone so intensely and also have so much of my responsibility boil down to keeping that someone alive and to know there are things beyond the limits of my control out in the world is a thought so hot that something in me actually hurts when I think about it.
That early morning of November 2, 2017 I learn that to surrender was not to give it up; but rather, it was to consent to reality with a gentle, quiet release.
That is good, worthwhile, and beautiful, too.
In fact, it may be a radical move to surrender.
In an interview for the Betches newsletter, Jessica Knoll, the author of my favorite book of the fall, Bright Young Women describes a shift she made in her late thirties by asking herself one simple question: “Does that feel good to me?”
She went on to explain how little she knew about herself. So many of the things she did was for other people. She didn’t know what she liked to eat, when she liked to go to bed, and more. She explained how impactful this little check in with her self was and how she is learning to let a few things go. She went on to say, “Self knowledge and self actualization is the enemy of the patriarchy. Being curious about who you are as a human being is a quietly revolutionary act.”
My friend Sara and I ask ourselves a similar question all the time. (Ours is more like “Am I doing this for me or because I ‘should?’”) Think on things like working out, wearing makeup, decorating for Holidays, volunteering, and more.
This curiosity about ourselves doesn’t seem like a form of resistance. It feels like just asking ourselves why we are doing what we are doing to make sure it is in fact something we actually want to do. But, what we have found along the way is: 1. Not many take the time to step back and do that reflection. Instead, they may just move along doing things they feel like they “should” be doing. And, 2. is that the things we have let go of often goes back to our own needs for validation or people pleasing.
So many of us are so conditioned to not follow our own instincts or to just do the things that are deemed “right” and “good” by outside forces. Realizing it does not actually feel good, but more like a “should” allows for some reflection and eventually, if desired, surrender.
For me, this looks like getting B’s in a few areas of our day to day and home. We have a few “doom” piles and I couldn’t even tell you what the basement—Kid Zone— looks like these days. I am surrendering in real time to the idea that styling up an old home takes time (and money— goodness so much money) and that is okay.
I am letting go of the idea of perfectly made meals for every meal every day. The kids recently got very into buying lunch at school. At first, I wanted to push back. I should be making a well balanced meals and they should be eating something homemade. But, they want to get in the lunch line with their friends and, turns out, not packing two lunches each morning is a really big thing completely off my To Do List.
I am no longer forcing the things that are not working or are things I don’t like to spend my time doing. In my life, that looks like the development (and implementation— LOL) of a “morning routine,” a truly 50/50 split of life, work, and home responsibility with Adam, and enjoyment of anything on TV besides old reality shows. I don’t do it.
It’s a simple dropping of a few “should be’s” and “it’s always been that way’s” and taking steps towards a world more in line with what feels good to me.
And, what is really coming to life recently is a surrender to something bigger. I have felt this before in parenting. It’s a feeling that comes in after any mass shooting or threat of World War, both of which have been remarkably common in my nearly eight years of parenting. It’s a surrender to a reality that I can’t stop the world and soften all it’s sharp edges. I can’t protect them from everything. And, a surrender to a hope that it will all be okay, even if it isn’t.
Just like effort, surrender can also be uncomfortable even when it is right. Check in on that. Is it only uncomfortable to other people while for you, it feels good? Let it go and stay curious. You will find that in surrender you will land in a place where you are quietly at ease.
Anne Helen Peterson touched on the result of of surrender in her great newsletter “Culture Study” back in October. AHP writes about being in “the portal,” a time of life that she claims to be “a weird spiritual, emotional, professional, and transitional time for women ages 37 to 45.” (Side bar: I feel that.) In exploring her curiosity about this idea of “the portal” she explains she has considered starting everything from a new book to a flower farm and even a Podcast. However, maybe for the first time in a while, it isn’t high achieving and ambition pushing her forward, but creativity. And, that creativity is something she has not been able to access in years prior because she has finally let things go and in her words, “become less concerned with bullshit.”
Letting go has let us see things more clearly. It’s a little unsettling, but it’s also an awakening towards clarity and refinement.
So think in these early days of a new year, as the the trees outside are bare and the holiday hubbub has settled, maybe instead of empty it’s a great time for things to be more clear. And maybe instead of finding something more “to do” in a goal or resolution, maybe it is less.
Maybe it’s letting go of habits that were never serving you. (Think: Daily coffee orders that are actually more like dessert, lunches with friends who make you feel terrible, aggressive group fitness classes, skincare obsessions, etc.) Letting go of relationships that are toxic or even just letting go of the idea that someone close to you is ever going to change and being quietly okay with that release of control. Maybe it’s letting go of always having to be right or in control— because how exhausting is that?
It’s the release of everything being a fight, because it doesn’t have to be that way. You deserve to find peace and ease.
Know that there is goodness and beauty in letting go and power in surrender.
Writer’s Note: A regret today about yesterday’s “In’s and Out’s” list… Kid goodie bags are fine and so are designer labels. I don’t love them, but that is just a me and my fears about the burning planet thing. I know they bring some people joy and if it’s you, you deserve that. And, eliminating little plastic toys and logoed purses probably isn’t going to save the planet. I was wrong. I am sorry.
Look at that… Surrender in action right there, you guys.