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Why I left my children
My husband is the one who wanted kids. But I learned I didn't have to live with them to be a good mother
By Rahna Reiko Rizzuto

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Why I left my children
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In 2001, 16 days after my youngest son's third birthday, I walked out the door of my Brooklyn, N.Y., brownstone with one piece of luggage. I was leaving my family. Two sons, age 5 and 3, and my childhood-sweetheart husband, my partner for 20 years.

I had been awarded a grant to live in Japan for six months to interview the survivors of the atomic bomb. It was an honor that my husband had encouraged me to apply for, and we were in complete agreement, in fact he insisted, that I should go. The question was not how he and the kids would manage -- he had plenty of help from a loving caretaker who had become part of our family, and from actual blood relations living down the block and flying in from halfway around the world. The wild card was me: How would I do, living in a foreign country where I did not even speak the language, living on my own for the first time ever in my 37-year-old life?

My marriage did not survive.

The question I am always asked is, "How could you leave your children?" How could you be the mother who walks away? As if my children were embedded inside me, even years after birth, and had to be surgically removed? As if I abandoned them on a desert island, amid flaming airplane debris and got into the lifeboat alone?

Hyperbolic. Inflammatory. But that's part of the point. Because my relationship with my children survives. In fact, it has improved.

It was a matter of months -- perhaps two -- when my husband and I began fighting long distance. Our marriage ran aground on expectations, promises and old habits. Shoulds. What we should be doing, what we should want, what we should do or say. We had been together since I was 17. We had spent more of our lives together as a couple than we had apart. And we destroyed our marriage in less time than it takes a credit card company to report you for nonpayment.

I will not tell you the children never noticed I was gone. Though there were plenty of times I could not get them to stop watching Barney to talk to me on the telephone, I also received some very sad phone calls and transcribed e-mails, including one that said, "When I called you last night I felt like I really missed you very much." But when they arrived in Japan to live with me four months after I left, I was the one who was in trouble. They were happy -- in love with their father and with me -- thrilled with the temples and the trains and the samurai castles and the bean cakes shaped like fish. I was in "mommy shock." Without a strong marriage to support me, after four months alone and in a new country I had grown to love but was only just beginning to understand how to navigate, I had no idea what to do with these bouncing balls of energy. Even feeding them, finding them a bathroom, was a challenge.

It raised a little issue for me that I have neglected to mention: I never wanted to be a mother.

I was afraid of being swallowed up, of being exhausted, of opening my eyes one day, 20 (or 30!) years after they were born, and realizing I had lost myself and my life was over.

Yet their father wanted a family. He begged. He promised to take care of everything; he removed every possible obstacle I could think of. He would be the primary caretaker if I would just have them.

It all makes sense now, doesn't it? I am a cold bitch. I was never a mother in anything but name. I am probably one of those women who will be arrested for going to a nearby bar and leaving my children asleep in a house with a faulty pilot light: a house in flames.

I am a bad mother.

But that's not true either.

My problem was not with my children, but with how we think about motherhood. About how a male full-time caretaker is a "saint," and how a female full-time caretaker is a "mother." It is an equation we do not question; in fact we insist on it. And we punish the very idea that there are other ways to be a mother.

My trip to Japan changed me. I went from being uncertain, ambivalent, loving but overwhelmed, to being a damned good mother. My marriage failed, and I gave primary physical custody to my husband. But I kept joint custody, and I did not take the house in Hawaii and jump a plane into the sunset. I moved down the block and began the long, hard work of proving to my children, and myself, that I am here.

These days, my sons live and sleep at their father's house. They can walk to their "other house" -- mine -- which they do several times a week. They come over after school and get picked up at bedtime, and in between I help them with their homework, we cook dinner together, eat and clean up together, and we talk about the day. Normally, we get in a few rounds of Quiddler or Yahtzee, or we Hulu episodes of old TV shows, like "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution," that we missed because we were on the plane coming home from a two-week vacation in Hawaii with their grandparents. And we cry together when Jamie cries, and when a 16-year-old girl talks about how she might only have seven years to live. We do a lot of hugging, even in public, even though they are now boys entering their teens.

I had to leave my children to find them. In my part-time motherhood, I get concentrated blocks of time when I can be that 1950s mother we idealize who was waiting in an apron with fresh cookies when we got off the school bus and wasn't too busy for anything we needed until we went to bed. I go to every parent-teacher conference; I am there for performances and baseball games. My former husband is there too. Though it was not easy for him, he has made it possible for me to define my own motherhood, and for our sons to have a life of additions, rather than subtraction, of a relative peace, rather than constant accusation.

Yesterday, on a blog, I read a plea from a young woman who was planning to go to a residency and leave her 2- and 4-year-old children. "Am I crazy?" she wrote. "Someone tell me." I thought about answering, but I didn't know what to say. Would I do it again? Yes. Should she do it? Only she can answer that question. Then I looked at the date and realized: She was already gone.

* Rahna Reiko Rizzuto's memoir, "Hiroshima in the Morning," is a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Awards and the winner of the Grub Street National Book Award. Her first novel, "Why She Left Us," won an American Book Award in 2000. She is also a recipient of the U.S./Japan Creative Artist Fellowship, funded by the National Endowment for the Arts. She was Associate Editor of "The NuyorAsian Anthology: Asian American Writings About New York City" and teaches in the MFA program for creative writing at Goddard College. More: Rahna Reiko Rizzuto

 
pammomof9

Asked by pammomof9 at 9:29 AM on Mar. 3, 2011 in Parenting Debate

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Answers (31)
  • No. I had trouble buying all the justification. The truth of the story was right at the beginning. She was not the one who wanted children, her husband did. If it wasn't the chance to go to Japan it would have been something else and she would have been gone sooner or later. Sounds like it was just a matter of time.
    wildflowers25

    Answer by wildflowers25 at 11:50 AM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • That woman talked herself into justifying her actions. I could never and would never leave my babies.
    Orionsgirl

    Answer by Orionsgirl at 12:35 PM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • That's really interesting. In response to your question, no. I can barely leave her overnight at my mother's once in awhile.
    kaylan010

    Answer by kaylan010 at 9:36 AM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • Could I? Yes. I will always make the choices which I feel are for the greater good. If leaving my children is what I feel will lean toward the better outcome in the end, I COULD do it. I don't know that I would be able to see though the fear of leaving them to look at the situation with enough impartiality to honestly see what that greater good would be, but I hope I could.
    SabrinaMBowen

    Answer by SabrinaMBowen at 11:25 AM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • omg no....theres no way. Every other weekend he goes to his dads house....I miss him so much, yet I know it gives me a little bit of me time. But by the time 6pm rolls around on sunday, I'm sooo excited to see him.....
    katieandchris01

    Answer by katieandchris01 at 9:32 AM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • sounds wonderfull i would love to read more....
    miritrose

    Answer by miritrose at 9:35 AM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • If I thought leaving them would save their lives I would leave. That would be the only way. I cannot think of a situation in which that would be the outcome but that is the only way I could leave. I chose to have children. I chose to put certain needs on hold until they have reached adult hood. When they are grown I can do what I wish. Until then their needs come first.

    NickLukeandEmma

    Answer by NickLukeandEmma at 12:46 PM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • It would really have to be in his best interest. Otherwise, I would never, ever leave my son. I feel I'd die without him. I'd always do anything and everything in my power to be with my son.
    LovingSAHMommy

    Answer by LovingSAHMommy at 9:57 PM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • No Way!
    jenn4443

    Answer by jenn4443 at 9:32 AM on Mar. 3, 2011

  • I think I could leave if I knew it was in my child's best interest. I could not stay in any situation where my child was not having his needs met. If leaving my child with my spouse was truly what was best - yes I would. I always want to improve our situation as a family, as a mother, and as a woman. As hard as a choice like that is I can see myself walking away if it means running towards a goal that will bring us closer together - yes. And I would leave if by my leaving my child would be healthier and happier.
    frogdawg

    Answer by frogdawg at 12:03 PM on Mar. 3, 2011

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