A few years ago, our commentator Naomi Shulman and her daughter used to snuggle up in bed and watch movies together. Shulman’s daughter is no longer a toddler, but the tradition remains. The topics, though? More mature.
Lila’s not a baby anymore, a fact she doesn’t’ need to remind me of, although she does. At 14, she’s hurtling through adolescence. There are no more lazy naps, but we can still be cozy. And now we rent grown-up movies. This last time it was my choice, a film called Obvious Child. It’s about a 20-something stand-up comic living in New York City, taking risks onstage, looking for love, paying her rent. It’s mostly a comedy, but the movie is also about having an abortion.
She doesn’t dither over her decision. She’s not happy about the situation, but she’s not wrecked over it, either. She doesn’t hide it from the people closest to her. There is no obstacle to her receiving the procedure. And when it’s over, she’s okay.Can I say? This is huge. As someone who’s defended reproductive rights all my adult life, seeing an abortion narrative that looks like the many, many stories I’m familiar with in real life, feels revolutionary. When I saw the movie in the theater, I thought to myself, I can’t wait till my daughters are old enough to see this.
And now my eldest is. I wanted her to see this before she and her friends start living it. I wanted her to see female characters who are living their lives as fearlessly as they can in a scary world. I wanted her to see how a person who has good intentions and smart instincts can still make mistakes, and how that doesn’t’ make her any less good and smart. I wanted her to see that women can recover from setbacks and move forward in their lives.
But I really wanted her to see one certain scene, when the main character climbs in bed with her mother, puts her head on her mother’s shoulder, and confides in her: I’m pregnant. Her relationship with her mother is far from perfect, but she knows she can count on her. Tears run down both their faces. The daughter doesn’t want to let her down. And her mother reaffirms her unconditional love and support for her beautiful girl.
I never went to to my mother about any of this. I didn’t have an abortion, but my friends did. We navigated the jungle of sex during adolescence on our own, and at times it was lonely and terrifying.
I don’t want my daughters to get abortions, but I am passionate about protecting their right, any woman’s right, to have one. And if they do, I hope they feel comfortable talking to me. I want my daughters to fall in love. I want them to find joy and pleasure in sex. I want them to have the knowledge to do so without ending up accidentally pregnant. And I want them to know their mother is on their side. Just like in the movies. Or at least this one. Given the way Lila nuzzled in a little farther at the end, maybe she already knows.
Naomi Shulman is a freelance writer who lives in Northampton, Mass. You can find more of her work at on The New York Times blog “Motherlode,”where a version of this essay appeared.