The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
Reflections on Motherhood<br />
Sharisse Arnold Rehring, MD<br />
When my kids were born, I struggled with the decision to continue pursuing<br />
my career in medicine. I grew up in a family with a stay-at-home mom, who<br />
was always present, and that was considered the “standard <strong>of</strong> excellence” in<br />
motherhood. If I chose to go to work and hire someone, how could they possibly<br />
love my children like I do? Wasn’t I letting them down? Could I accept that leap<br />
<strong>of</strong> faith that I chose well, or would the agony <strong>of</strong> that decision gnaw away at my<br />
soul? My insecurity was palpable.<br />
smiled to myself and enjoyed the poignancy <strong>of</strong> the moment. That is the beauty <strong>of</strong><br />
life with small children, the constellation <strong>of</strong> moments. You want to wrap yourself<br />
in the warmth <strong>of</strong> them all and hold on for dear life, hoping they never fade away.<br />
I had an epiphany at that moment that my choice to be a working mom did not<br />
cause them irreparable harm. As a matter <strong>of</strong> fact, I reveled in the glow <strong>of</strong> a young<br />
boy talking so respectfully about his mother. <strong>The</strong> simple thought <strong>of</strong> him pausing<br />
from his play to take pride in his mom, and shortly thereafter, moving right back to<br />
his task at hand, was all I needed. Maybe, quite by accident, these boys learned<br />
something about mothers and women that will help them grow into the men I<br />
am still hoping they will become. Is there a chance that somehow we pulled it<br />
<strong>of</strong>f, and that they are happy, well-adjusted kids, despite, or because <strong>of</strong>, the lack<br />
<strong>of</strong> my pervasiveness in their daily lives? <strong>The</strong>se questions continue to remain<br />
unanswered, but for some reason, right now, I am ok with that ambiguity. •<br />
To stay home, wasn’t I letting myself down? I spent so many hours studying the<br />
craft <strong>of</strong> medicine, and since I had my children later in life, being a doctor was a<br />
more trusted part <strong>of</strong> my self-identity than being a mother. It had withstood the<br />
test <strong>of</strong> time, and was both familiar and predictable. Maybe I couldn’t pull <strong>of</strong>f the<br />
role <strong>of</strong> motherhood with the effortless grace and dignity <strong>of</strong> June Cleaver. If I<br />
abandoned what I knew I was capable <strong>of</strong> for this other life calling, I risked failure<br />
and defeat.<br />
This internal confl ict plagued me for many years. Whenever I handed my children<br />
over to the nanny and pulled out <strong>of</strong> the driveway with my last vision that <strong>of</strong> her<br />
holding them and waving goodbye to me out the front door, their little faces<br />
staring contently out into the distance, I wondered what I was thinking!. I would<br />
tearfully turn on NPR or make a phone call, any distraction I could fi nd to avoid<br />
that feeling <strong>of</strong> guilty abandonment. Some days felt better than others, but this<br />
uneasy feeling, was an underlying current in my life for what seemed like forever.<br />
It became my new normal and a sentiment that was always under the surface <strong>of</strong><br />
whatever else was going on in my daily life.<br />
We make decisions all the time and are usually not rewarded with the instant<br />
gratifi cation <strong>of</strong> knowing whether it was the right one. It was years later when<br />
my boys were 4 and 5 years old that I came to a place <strong>of</strong> peace and closure. I<br />
was in the kitchen cooking and they were in the room next door playing with<br />
their toys. I overheard my eldest tell his younger brother, “No Josh. Mom is a<br />
pediatrician. When she is at work, she is taking care <strong>of</strong> sick children.” He said<br />
this with the authority, pride, and conviction <strong>of</strong> an older and wiser sibling. I<br />
PG 112<br />
PG 113