Hi, I’d just like to thank everyone for their thoughtful input. fessie I found your post about your children particularly lovely.
msmith I certainly appreciate where you’re coming from, but I do want to make it clear that I do not, in any way, perceive my career as ‘‘just a hobby.’’ I was not shy about announcing, as a fourth grader, that I was going to earn my Ph.D. in clinical psychology. A huge part of my identity and self-efficacy has always been academic and career-oriented. That was my biggest strength and I’ve been building on it all my life.
I have put an incredible amount of work into achieving what success I have, and I don’t take a decision to drop $100k on a master’s degree all that lightly. If my career were a hobby I suppose I could have been happier with a lower ranked program that was willing to smother me with financial aid. If my career were just a hobby I don’t suppose I’d bother sinking money into a profession that is undervalued and underpaid. In addition to having a burning passion for my field, I feel a social obligation to do the best I can with what I have. It sounds ridiculously superstitious, but I’ve had so many amazing opportunities fall into my lap that I feel like this path was cut out for me ahead of time, and all I have to do is walk it.
But I was also the little girl who was told she could have kids if she wanted to, and I planned on it. I never fantasized about having children, though I did first feel led to adopt when I was 9 years old and never wavered. I didn’t put a whole lot of time into this feeling: ‘‘I’m going to adopt someday. Now, as for my education…’’ I took it for granted that it could be done. Now that I am reaching the stage of life where people tend to have kids, and a place where I very much want them, I am finding that there is more conflict between these goals then I ever anticipated. This is especially true because there’s at least a 50% chance I’m going for a doctorate or Ph.D. some day.
One thing I did decide after reviewing this thread is that I don’t really want to be pregnant or give birth. It feels wrong for me. I will if necessary, but I honestly think I’d rather wait until I’m 35 and financially stable to adopt than give birth in two years and save a few bucks. (Adoption is way more expensive than giving birth for our particular financial situation.)
I don’t know what it’s like to be a man and never even be provided that choice. I wish that more men had the freedom my husband did when he worked for University of Michigan–he was allotted X number of Family Care days, paid, which allowed him to take time off to nurse me back to health when I had my wisdom teeth removed. I don’t know if his future employer will be so enlightened. Even with these opportunities he has often expressed his longing to be a more significant part of our kid’s life, and his fear that he won’t have that option.
For me, I was raised my whole life being told I wouldn’t have to make a choice, and I am finding, at least for the time being, that’s not the case. There are serious choices involved here, with far-reaching and in some cases permanent consequences.
Which is my purpose for starting this thread. I wanted to examine the stage of life I am at more critically to assess whether or not this is the time for children. This is not a decision I feel I am ready to make at this time. I started my program today, and even the first day of class has had such a profound impact on me I realize I don’t even know who I’m going to be when I’m through with all of this. I feel like I’ve been bashed in the skull with an obvious brick. All I can think about right now is what I can do with this amazing educational opportunity and where it will lead me.