Recently while waiting at the hair salon, I was reading Glamour Magazine and read about an interesting blog called Storked written by a Glamour journalist. The blurb in the magazine interested me enough for me to write it down and come home and look it up later.
The blog is written by Christine Coppa. a twenty six year old single woman who was living it up in New York City, dedicated to her dream job at Glamour Magazine when she unexpectedly becomes pregnant. I’ve been reading through the archives and I’m captivated. Not only am I enjoying her blunt style of writing, but I am enjoying her story.
Her teaser sums it up pretty well:
Imagine that you’re 26 with a cool job, a great apartment and a fun life in New York City. Now imagine that you get knocked up—and have to move back to New Jersey to raise your son solo. I’m Christine Coppa; welcome to my world.
If you start at the current posts, you meet her son who is now two months old. But if you venture through the archives, you experience her pregnancy and some of the things she had to deal with being a young, single expectant working mother. If she considered adoption, she doesn’t mention it, but she did have tough decisions to make, like moving out of her New York City apartment and back into her parents home in the suburbs of New Jersey. She doesn’t go into detail about why, but she does state that her baby’s father (who was her boyfriend of three months at the time she discovered she was pregnant) bailed out on her and that she will be raising this baby as a single mother. I love how she describes her feelings about her pregnancy: “Fear turned to excitement, to panic, back to fear, to joy, to tears, to acceptance, to a love like no other.”
So many times in the adoption world, expectant mothers hear that two parents are better than one and that children need a father figure. While I agree to some extent, that if possible a child should have two parents, that doesn’t mean that he or she shouldn’t automatically lose his natural mother just because a father is not in the picture. I think Christina sums it up best in the last paragraph of a post titled What’s Normal?
Being a single mom is hard sometimes, but it’s all I know. I have no idea what it is like to have a spare set of hands around for JD’s 2am feeding and neither does JD. He sees my face when he wakes up and it’s my shoulder he falls back asleep on. I sing to him during his bath and I make raspberries on his tummy with my mouth. I feed him his bottle and kiss his eyelashes. I dance with him every morning. I change his diaper. I dress him. I play with him. I’m his mother…and his father. It’s normal to us. It’s all we know. And if it seems not so normal to JD one day I’ll answer his questions.
Makes sense put like that doesn’t it?