My toddler was throwing a fit. I’d confiscated the items he’d excavated from the trashcan, and the puppy was eating his beloved “vroom vrooms.” I was on the phone, trying to sound calm as I wrested Hot Wheels from dog teeth. I needed coffee. We desperately needed breakfast. As sanity wriggled from my mental grasp, I noticed it was only 7:45 a.m.
Not every day is like this. But days like this go a long way in explaining the conflict women often feel about becoming a mom. As Guardian columnist Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett noted this month, millennial women “have more freedom to articulate why we might choose to remain child-free.” And yet, there’s a “biological, hormonal, emotional desire to reproduce.” This is “unfashionable” to admit among today’s feminists.
We need a village. It takes a village to raise children. But not Hillary Clinton’s village. A biblical one.