Inspirational Story – Civilla Morgan

I met Civilla Morgan when she contacted me to do an interview with her. When we spoke we discovered that we share the same enthusiasm for supporting others in this childless community so now I’m happy that she’s sharing her inspirational story with us.

Her story is one of never meeting Mr Right and now it’s her positive attitude and her willingness to keep looking forward and not back that keeps her on track.  I love her honesty when she acknowledges that the waves of grief still come but childlessness no longer rules her life.

Over to Civilla,

civilla-morganWhen I was a little girl, I had several dolls. But there was one whose name I remember to this day. Her name was Nancy. I loved her because she was one of those three-foot tall dolls that when you held up her hand, she walked with you. She was olive-skinned with jet black hair, brown eyes, and she had bangs.  Nancy was my baby. I loved changing my doll baby’s clothes and combing their hair. I did it, like most other little girls, just knowing I would someday have children of my own.

As I made my way into my teens, I thought to myself, I don’t know if I want kids. They seem like a lot of work.’ I definitely didn’t want to be a teen mom like some of my friends and classmates had become. I’m sure it also had something to do with my parents advising that a teen pregnancy would be frowned upon. I did not want to go there! So I made a plan: I would get married at 25 and then wait a year or two before having a child.

In my early 20’s, my brother had his first child. I fell in love! My biggest issue was, ‘it’s a boy! Boy clothes are BORING!’ But I gathered myself and decided that I was so in love with him that I would figure out how to shop for boy clothes. Four years later, my second nephew was born. By then I had the boy clothes shopping down to a science. I was actually beginning to like it. Yes, I would take a sneak peek at the pretty frilly girl clothes, but I was there for boy stuff. My second nephew was, and is, such a cutie pie. I was in love for the second time. It was also around that time that I started going to the OB/Gyn doctor to see what was going on. It was the beginning of, well, the end.

A few years later, my third nephew was born. Yes, I was in love once again. I was now buying clothes and toys at least six times per year. Birthdays and Christmas were definitely fun times for me in the boy’s section of my favorite department stores. And I loved the opportunity to go shopping for these people. I called them my Three Musketeers. They were and are the loves of my life.

I never met Mr Right.

But while they were growing up, I was battling the dreaded fibroids while trying to be in the right place at the right time to meet Mr. Right. At one point, I thought I had met him. We dated for two and half years before he advised me he had no intentions of ‘getting married again.’ So I dumped him post haste. I was broken-hearted, but to this day I stand by my decision. I dated, but never met Mr. Right. No, the answer is no. For those of you who wonder if I scared men away with my desperation. I had no desperation. In fact, maybe it was the opposite of desperation. i.e. nonchalance? At any rate, the fact is, it never happened.

But while it was never happening, I was internally remaining hopeful by having one, and then two, and then three myomectomies—fibroid removal surgeries. I even had a ‘non-invasive’ surgery where a robot was used. Instead of the bikini cut, the robot poked four holes into my belly and also went into my bellybutton. The unfortunate thing with that surgery was that after four hours, they brought me back out only to tell me they never did get to the fibroids. They had spent four hours muddling through scar tissue. I believe of all the surgeries, that was the most depressing. That was when it became a reality that my dreams of having a baby would probably not be taking place. No husband, no babies. I just could not imagine purposely raising a child by myself, which was why I had waited, trying to buy time.

Life is too short to look back

I used to look back and wonder if I made the right decision. I wondered if I could have raised a baby on my own. I don’t look back anymore. Looking back keeps me from looking forward. Life is too short to look back. If I kept looking back, I could turn around one day and realize there was nothing to look forward to because I had come to the end of my life and found I dwelled on what did not happen. That was not the life I wanted to live. I wanted to live my best, most relevant, and joyful life ever.

And I wanted other childless not by choice women who like myself really had no one to talk to, to realize they too could come out from inside themselves, from their hurting hearts; and realize they could live whatever life they wanted. They did not have to live anyone else’s life. They could really have a schedule where if they wanted to sit home and do nothing, no one would be allowed to make them feel guilty. I wanted childless not by choice women to feel empowered in a world where they, we, were generally misunderstood, judged, ignored, or shamed. Shamed into feeling that they should be over their childlessness in a timely fashion.

My childlessness no longer rules my life

Today, four years after my 11-year battle came to an end, I battle the waves too. The waves of sadness that come and go like the waves of the ocean I love so much. But my childlessness no longer rules my life. I cannot afford to allow it to do so. Life is too short. 

The sadness of childlessness, an unfulfilled dream, an unfulfilled expectation, can come in waves even years later. But I have made it my mission to help childless not by choice women worldwide, remember how beautiful, and whole, and worthy, they are. We are. 

You can read more about Civilla on Childlessnotbychoice or here.

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3 thoughts on “Inspirational Story – Civilla Morgan”

  1. I didn’t want children, but thought I wanted a relationship, Mr. Right. I am now 70 and I realize that not everyone has to have a Mr. Right. My life has been better I think because I did not. In the back of my mind as I thought of when Mr. Right would come, I was always so grateful he didn’t and that I was able to keep my independence, my freedom, my ability not to share. I keep my house decorated like I like, clean or not to my liking, don’t share a bathroom countertop, eat when and how I want, sleep off schedule like I like, make mistakes that are only mine, not shared or contributed to by others. Selfish? Maybe, but who said their is anything wrong with that. I have lots of friends who think I am a good friend. That matters more to me than the Mr. Right.

    The greatest gift I gave myself in life was to not have children and not not get married.

    Aralyn Hughes, author of KID ME NOT, anthology of stories of women from the 60s who are now in their 60s who chose not to have children. We were the first generation of women to really have a choice as we had birth control pills.

  2. Civilla’s story is my story! I have 2 nieces & 1 nephew whom I LOVE!!! I wanted the job of parenting no different than my brother. Seeing the love my Mom has for the kids is so endearing. My oldest niece asked if I would have children because “she wants to know them”. HEARTBREAKING!!! By that time, I already had 1 myomectomy … and NO prospects!!! Life continued to throw me “false start” relationships and Mr. Rights CONTINUES to be elusive. Last year, I had a hysterectomy … determining the ambiguity of dreaming, “will I or won’t I have children?” On one hand, it was liberating because I no longer need to hope for something that won’t ever happen. On the other, there’s no hope for becoming a mom. And, that damn Mr. Right is avoiding me. I’m stuck creating a fulfilling life in such a world where couples and parenting is paramount.


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