I don’t want kids. At least I know I don’t want any right now, nor within the next year or so. I’m 25 years old and I thought when I was younger, according to the timetable I dreamed about my future, that I would have a child by now. But now that I’m 25 and I’m living the life I am, which is not an exciting or glamorous life, I still don’t feel I want kids.
Other people have kids and that’s fine. But why does society make you feel guilty about not wanting kids? If I did want to have a child, I would be congratulated on having a (hopefully) healthy baby. I’ve never actually been directly told I should have children — Lord have pity on the person who does say that to me. But I do feel guilty even so.
Nearly everyone I know has at least one kid. So no one has time to “hang out” with me…even if they knew me they wouldn’t have time because they’ve got work, kids, a husband, a LIFE. Which is pretty ironic considering one of the reasons I don’t want to have kids is because I don’t want to not have a life.
The other day my husband and I were in a restaurant to have some lunch. We were seated in a booth next to a table with a girl and two women. Now the girl looked like she was about 10 years old or so but one of the women, I’m assuming her mother, was coddling her a bit more — way more — than she should have been.
I didn’t think much of it when we first sat down. I thought maybe she was just an extremely overprotective mother. I don’t have kids, so who am I to say what she’s doing is right?
Well, halfway through our lunch the girl suddenly stood up, turned around to face our table and launched herself at a Coke on our table. Yikes!! Where the Hell did that come from? Apparently she was retarded (oh sorry, mentally handicapped) and really wanted that drink.
My point is that her mother was extremely patient with her. I don’t know if I could do that. I mean, having a kid is one thing and requires lots of patience, but adding some sort of physical or mental handicap makes it a lot harder. I know, I know, some would say that you have to have the patience and you’d just acquire it and get used to it, but I don’t know.
I don’t see me changing my mind anytime soon. I don’t want to give up hockey. I don’t want to give up time with my husband. I don’t want to be broke. I don’t want to have to worry if my kid is growing up too fast, like they do now… I don’t want to go into labor, it sounds way too scary for me. I don’t want to have a 14 year old kid in 2014, can you imagine what he/she would be like in a society 14 years from now? I don’t want to grow up, or give up anything I have now. I’m very very happy with what I have now, why would I want to change it?