I came across this article about the decision to have or not have children.
I thought it was pretty relevant in light of all the hoopla surrounding celebrities having babies and Octomom. It seems that parenthood is all the rage these days.
There was a time in my life where I believed that I would not have children. I didn’t think that I would be a good mother. I loved partying with my friends. I enjoyed being able to do what I wanted whenever I wanted. And, I didn’t feel any desire to pass my DNA on.
So, I guess you could say that my son was unplanned.
Regrets? Absolutely not. I have no words for the joy that my child has given me.
However, I do understand why some people choose not to become parents. And, that’s OK. Do I think that they’re missing out? Maybe. But, it’s not my place to try to convince them otherwise. Parenthood, after all, is not a glamorous job. Yes, you can have the Bugaboo stroller, coordinating baby sling, Pottery Barn furniture, and bamboo clothing. But, that doesn’t do away with the sleepless nights, poop on the rug, vomit on all of your clothes, and unrelenting pressure to mould a life into an intelligent, moral contributing member of society. Must I also add to that the financial drain and lifestyle upheaval too?
Do I want more children?
I’ve discovered that I’m stronger, more giving, more patient, and more capable than I’ve thought possible. Parenthood is also the most demanding, exhausting, and infuriating thing I’ve ever done. To all those who think staying at home to take care of a baby is a cushy job can simply kiss my ass.