So here I am thinking about kids.
Kids.
My own kids. With Jake.
Now, I'm not thinking in a flush-the-pills and throw caution to the wind kind of way, but in a rather contemplative 'do we want them?' kind of way.
Everyone I've ever known has said I'd be a good mom - since I was about 8. I like kids! I'm not real keen on babies, as they don't do much more than cry and sleep and eat, but once they've developed minor communication skills and some limited mobility, they're a lot of fun. I never had younger siblings, but I've taught kids plenty of times, I used to babysit, I tutored high school students for years. Little kids, like most animals, sort of gravitate to me in a room. At the Christmas party here at work, I usually look down and find that a small person has latched themselves to me adoringly. I can very safely say that I am more qualified to have kids than half the people I see dragging little screaming, grabby monsters around Fred Meyers.
The questions I ask myself: Do I want to bring children into the world as I see it becoming? Do I have a social obligation to 'improve' the world with my progeny? Do I have the energy to add a child to my plate of things to do? What am I willing to sacrifice to be a mother? Anything? Am I even ready for a child? I'm hardly capable of feeding myself!
Maybe I should get a puppy this summer. I have a feeling I'm suffering one of those maternal must-cuddle-something girly-urges that Jake resists unless he's falling down sick and that Velcro squirms out of. Maybe it'll go away.
Kids.
My own kids. With Jake.
Now, I'm not thinking in a flush-the-pills and throw caution to the wind kind of way, but in a rather contemplative 'do we want them?' kind of way.
Everyone I've ever known has said I'd be a good mom - since I was about 8. I like kids! I'm not real keen on babies, as they don't do much more than cry and sleep and eat, but once they've developed minor communication skills and some limited mobility, they're a lot of fun. I never had younger siblings, but I've taught kids plenty of times, I used to babysit, I tutored high school students for years. Little kids, like most animals, sort of gravitate to me in a room. At the Christmas party here at work, I usually look down and find that a small person has latched themselves to me adoringly. I can very safely say that I am more qualified to have kids than half the people I see dragging little screaming, grabby monsters around Fred Meyers.
The questions I ask myself: Do I want to bring children into the world as I see it becoming? Do I have a social obligation to 'improve' the world with my progeny? Do I have the energy to add a child to my plate of things to do? What am I willing to sacrifice to be a mother? Anything? Am I even ready for a child? I'm hardly capable of feeding myself!
Maybe I should get a puppy this summer. I have a feeling I'm suffering one of those maternal must-cuddle-something girly-urges that Jake resists unless he's falling down sick and that Velcro squirms out of. Maybe it'll go away.
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Date: 2003-03-06 04:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-06 04:29 pm (UTC)I say try a puppy or maybe even seeif a friend of yours with a kid might let you babysit the child for a weekend. That way you can get an idea. *shrug* I don't need to mention that you shouldn't rush into it. :) Your still young and have plenty of time to decide.
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Date: 2003-03-06 04:46 pm (UTC).. a thought...
Date: 2003-03-06 06:55 pm (UTC)My hubby and I agreed that after we sucessfully managed to keep our houseplants alive we would graduate to pets, and then to children. *S* still working on the plants!
Seriously though...?It is one of those things that I think you know when you are ready for, or not. I've always wondered how it would be, to take attention from my current babies, my art and writing to give to actual physical ones. That and I know my hubby would make a great father, but when it comes right down to it, it is the mother that is tied to them, always.
And yet... I contemplate, as I look at the news and wonder at the state of things. Do I want to bring them into this? Yes. Not because I want them to live in the turmoil and horror that could eventually unfold, but because I would like to think that they would be a grain of balance to the other side.
It comes down to hope, I think... ;) best of luck with the musing, either way, never an easy answer...
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Date: 2003-03-07 02:53 am (UTC)You forgot 'expel disgusting substances'--the direct result of the eating.
Personally, I highly doubt I'll ever have my *own* kids--unless I can find someone to bear the child for me. This body is just not cut out for it, and if you think normal life is bad, do you have any idea what pregnancy does to your spine? Plus my skin has absolutely no elasticity--the stretch marks would be murder.
So you might want to add "Would I survive my pregnancy?" to that list. It's funny, y'know... I see a lot of people who contemplate children and never even ask that question. The simple fact is pregnancy is more often than not hard, can easily be miserable, and occasionally is life-threatening. I mean, my sister had a relatively good first pregnancy and she was surviving mostly on carob chips. True, it's only nine months, and therefore gets overshadowed by the nineteen following years, but still--that can be a damn miserable nine months.
Me, I'm thinking if I ever do decide I really want kids, I'll adopt a six-year-old, or maybe even someone older. They say the older the kid, the harder the time they have getting adopted, which proves that not enough intellectual people are adopting--I'd prefer a kid old enough to think rationally, y'know?
Plus that way you skip the eating, sleeping, crying, and expelling noxious substances stage.
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Date: 2003-03-07 09:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-07 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-03-07 10:06 pm (UTC)Some people are at their most beautiful while pregnant. I've also heard that some guys think pregnant women are sexy. Personally I like the idea of creating a new life...and you already have a good partner. What does Jake think about it?
I'm also sure that once you have a baby, you won't think of him/her as just a poopy-machine. :)