one in which I give my opinion

Aug 01

Posted by: Scott in: blog, family, ramblings, rants

You know what? I think people who don’t want children are selfish. There I said it. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Why? What could possibly be so important in your life that you couldn’t share it with a child? Do you really think your job or your career is that important? I’m can’t really pinpoint why, but it ruffles my feathers. This subject obviously doesn’t apply to me, because I already have a child. And he was a surprise. A shock actually may be a better word. But after a brief recovery period, I haven’t looked back. And I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I feel like I finally found what I was looking for since I left home. Something finally fit. I never needed to try on motherhood. My enchanted sweat pants and glass sneakers had been there all along.

Take for example Stacey of TLC’s What Not To Wear. Love that show, I do. But when I saw the commercial where she talks about whether she wants to have children…total turn off. I found myself losing a lot of respect for her really. She said she ‘went back and forth on that one,’ because she loved what she did [for a living...helping people not dress like moms?], and she wouldn’t want a child to feel left out or neglected. So you would rather pick out people’s shirts than rock your baby to sleep? Are ya kiddin me? Don’t get me wrong, if they gave me $5000 to go shopping and helped me figure out what would minimize my whale like appearance, I would be eternally grateful. But to choose doing that for the rest of your life rather than having an all consuming love to come home to? There isn’t enough money in the world you could pay me.

These people make me very sad, I feel sorry for them. I feel like, without a child, my life would have little meaning. I feel sorry for the fact that someone believes that they can achieve happiness without ever having a child. Without ever rocking a newborn to sleep, or nursing a skinned knee. Sobbing in the car after dropping him off for his first day of kindergarten. Standing in the doorway with arms folded as she backs out of the driveway on her first date. Proudly wearing a tshirt that says “I’m a Grandma.” That’s happiness people. That’s what really counts.

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