Jennifer says hers is a typical, American woman’s story and
that she uses the Pill. She and husband Dave live in a condo in Brooklyn
and have sons who are four and one. She has a demanding job with much
longer hours than she would like; Dave is a full time dad. She grew up in
the Moravian Church; he is a life-long Catholic. Except for high school and
college, he attended public schools. Both are 34 years old. They
met after college at their first job in Atlanta. A minister and a priest
officiated at their wedding. Later, Jennifer went through the RCIA
program and was received into the Catholic Church. She and Dave know
the stance of the Catholic Church regarding artificial birth control but have
no qualms about her taking the Pill--although they don’t advertise that fact to
people they consider devout Catholics. They consider family planning a
personal choice and are happy with their decision.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Looking for NFP Stories
I'm looking for stories from women who've used or are using Natural Family Planning. Although my husband and I ultimately became NFP dropouts--see "My Story" for the reasons--our ten years using that method yielded many benefits.
I first met Linda at a health fair at our local hospital where she was “manning" a booth for NFP. I thought it took great confidence in herself--or maybe great faith in what she had to offer--for her to sit surrounded by medical professionals offering the more scientifically respectable blood pressure readings, pap scans, mammograms and brochures ranging from nutritional advice to steps for cancer prevention. Later, after talking it over with Frank, I signed us up for a series of NFP classes.
The other couples at the classes were either Catholics or devotees of alternative life styles. All were there to learn about the wife’s fertility and how to cooperate with it to achieve or prevent pregnancy. The classes were taught by several couples. One of the teaching wives
surprised me by saying that although her husband was interested in looking at
her mucous and her cervix, she wouldn’t let him—out of modesty. Another one of the woman teachers said she and her husband found the periods of abstinence so hard that he once said to her that he knew she loved him even
though, at times, it didn’t feel that way. He,
though, was as committed as she to NFP.
They were, I believe, fervid John Paul II Catholics.
Once early on in our NFP journey when we were away for the summer, I phoned Linda to say that we were thinking of abandoning the method because the periods of abstinence were too arduous. She mailed me an NFP approved booklet that went into a lot
of detail on foreplay, the goal of which, the book explained, was to stop short of orgasm--although, should it occur, a c'est la vie attitude was in order.
I'm grateful for the NFP method that helped Frank and me know ourselves better--body and spirit--to the couples who shared their stories with us, and especially to Linda who made herself available for follow-up advice and guidance. Any more NFP stories out there?
Monday, October 22, 2012
Fortunate Timing: The Prequel to "My Story"
Once I started high school, I made new friends, both Catholic and Protestant. I attended Wednesday evening CCD classes. One of the nuns at the Catholic hospital ran a
sodality. Each year, we conducted a May
procession and crowned a statue of Mary on the back lawn. We also
volunteered in the hospital. I didn’t
expect to go to MYF functions or Rainbow ceremonies or any of the other youth programs sponsored by Protestants. I was a Catholic.
In recent years, I have learned that for at least one of my Catholic classmates it was painful to be constrained from attending, let alone participating, in the religious or quasi-religious ceremonies of Protestant friends they had known since first grade in public school. What for me was a feeling of Catholic solidarity was for my friend a cruel and meaningless split existence.
In recent years, I have learned that for at least one of my Catholic classmates it was painful to be constrained from attending, let alone participating, in the religious or quasi-religious ceremonies of Protestant friends they had known since first grade in public school. What for me was a feeling of Catholic solidarity was for my friend a cruel and meaningless split existence.
At my secular college, Professor Westervelt,a youngish, gnomish Classics professor, a married Catholic with a passel of kids, was thrilled about
Vatican II. Because I was Catholic and because he supposed me more sophisticated in my thinking than I actually was, he would engage me in conversation about the Council. In a cover story, Time Magazine declared that the Catholic Church was not a monolith. I became aware that decisions were being made
after “dialogue”—a word associated with the spirit of Vatican II—and
voting. Our Church leaders did not
always agree. Pope John XXIII talked of
“aggiornamento,” by which he meant coming to terms with the modern world and
“ressourcement,” by which he meant a return to sources, such as the Bible and
the early church fathers. My Church
seemed to be catching up with the Enlightenment and the Protestant
Reformation. Indeed, we began to call
ourselves not just Catholics, but Christians.
We were Christians just like the Protestants.
I can’t pretend that at 19 or 20, I understood all this the
way Westervelt did, but I caught the spirit of it, the tone of love, dialogue
and openness, which was so different from the anathema and legalism that had
dogged the church through what John W. O’Malley in his book "What Happened at Vatican II" calls “The Long Nineteenth
Century.” (Yes, my look back is
definitely colored by what I’m presently reading.)
Senior year, a
story went around about a classmate of mine and his wife, who had two babies in quick succession. They were
approached by the priest at the downtown parish they attended who said to them, “I hope
you’re going to do something to keep from having more babies!” He obviously wasn't suggesting abstinence. We assumed he meant artificial birth control. Was this where the Church was heading?
Three years later, in 1968, Humane Vitae astonished anyone paying attention by ruling out artificial birth control. It's obvious looking back that the reaction of many couples in my generation was to ignore that directive--and not to talk about it to much of anyone else. The topic of birth control, which growing up I had heard alluded to from the pulpit as a matter of "self control," seemed to drop out of sermons altogether.
A late bloomer, I married at 28. For the past few years I had been attending Mass at NYU's Newman Center, a
decidedly liberal environment. A story going around there was about a young woman who asked the chaplain whether she should sleep with her boyfriend. He answered that that was a decision he couldn't very well make for her and that she should do whatever would help her become the person God was calling her to be.
In our
brief pre-marriage interview, my hometown pastor in Maine said nothing about
birth control. In fact, no priest ever spoke directly to me on the matter—and I never asked for one to,
although I knew from my reading what the Church taught. My husband and I, in good conscience, had already made up our own minds on the matter.
A couple of years ago, an old friend from St. Mary's School, who is spiritual but no longer a practicing Catholic, pronounced me a cafeteria Catholic. At the time, I accepted that label, but after thinking about it I've concluded that what I am is a Vatican II Catholic. I came of age during the council, I married five to ten years later than many of the people I grew up with. (Not that my husband and I were spared the jolting, sped-up maturation process that marriage and parenthood entail.) My husband, who is my age, had made a similar journey from a rules orientation to a humanist one, a journey that led many of our confreres to leave the Church. So much that happens in life is a matter of timing.
A couple of years ago, an old friend from St. Mary's School, who is spiritual but no longer a practicing Catholic, pronounced me a cafeteria Catholic. At the time, I accepted that label, but after thinking about it I've concluded that what I am is a Vatican II Catholic. I came of age during the council, I married five to ten years later than many of the people I grew up with. (Not that my husband and I were spared the jolting, sped-up maturation process that marriage and parenthood entail.) My husband, who is my age, had made a similar journey from a rules orientation to a humanist one, a journey that led many of our confreres to leave the Church. So much that happens in life is a matter of timing.
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