My Convertible Life

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Mommy insurance

Nothing like applying for life insurance to make you consider your own mortality.

Today I spent 30 minutes on the phone, completing an interview with a life insurance company so they can decide how risky I am and thus, how much the insurance will cost. The initial questions -- about things like cocaine use and bungee-jumping and piloting airplanes and international travel -- simply reminded me how very boring I am, as I answered "no" to every question.

But then, as the interviewer listed through scores of health problems and medical conditions (to which, thankfully, I mostly also answered "no") I began to think about why we're getting life insurance policy for me. Two reasons: Junius and Pippi.

My husband (bless him) is the primary bread-winner in our house these days. Although I make enough money on contract work to pay for preschool, it's his salary that keeps us afloat. But what I don't earn in cash, I make up for in fixing lunches, changing diapers, wiping noses and entertaining toddlers -- and those things aren't free if Mommy's not around. So instead of relying on the grandmothers to move in and care for our kids (no offense, Nanna and Nonna, but not sure that's a good solution for anybody), we need a way to pay for childcare and other supports if I'm gone.

And there, I said it: If I'm gone.

Makes me want to stop writing and go vomit.

All I know is that I hope this is like carrying your umbrella so it won't rain. By having this insurance policy, what I'm really trying to ensure is that I'll be around a very, very, very long time.


  1. I did same thing! (in case I am murdered when in court with my X)'s a 'back up' plan...I also have cancer's not morbid---it's smart...and shows you care what happens when 'it' husband, on the other hand, has no insurance and thinks it's stupid...eretofore: when he passes, I will mix his ashes in to a cement ball,($10 max), then chuck the ball overboard in the Keys so he can be a part of a reef (Priceless)...then I will drive back home, pack my things, and move to a deserted island and live off the land...just sayin'...

  2. Yeah, we have to do this, too. I am intimately familiar with the process, since I benefit from the life insurance my dad left behind. It is a hateful, but necessary, task. Good for you for taking the step.

    It sucks to confront your own mortality.

  3. One more thing to add to my to-do list.

    Face mortality. Check.


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