…or they would if the wrong sort reads this:
I am not a parent.
I have no desire to ever be a parent.
I do not want you to tell me how I’m going to change my mind.
I hate children. Not individual children. There are some real sweethearts out there. And I plan on spoiling like crazy any children Sister ends up having. But in general? They suck.
And more than children…well, at least tied in my low estimation are mommies. Not all parents of children; but you know who I’m talking about. MOMMIES. These women go out into the world with their screaming/crying/sticky/sickly/unmannered child(ren) and get mad at strangers who give dirty looks, silently judging The Mommy for not having any control over her young.
These are women who probably don’t have a “real” job. And I realize that yes “mommyhood” is rough stuff. It is by no means an easy feat to create and raise a human being.
But here’s the thing. Parenthood is a choice.
From the moment you get pregnant, there is a decision made to carry the child to term, to keep it and raise it yourself. You choose to become a parent.
My holding down a demeaning job is not quite the same choice. I HAVE TO have some form of a job in order to pay the rent and grocery bills.
And I am getting severely frustrated at the many facebook comments about how tough it is to go shopping with your baby on a Tuesday afternoon and then have to come home and do laundry and *gasp!* even make dinner for the family. So tough.
Ladies, I don’t sit down for six+ hours unless I’m lucky enough for the store to clear out enough so I can go pee. And when I get home, I cook dinner for myself and the Rock Star, and if needed, I’ll also do two loads of laundry as well as help him clear dinner away.
But you know, that’s life. It’s what happens. And if I wanted to hurt my pretty good lifestyle by bringing a child into this fucked-up world, then I sure as hell am going to prepare myself for it and do my best to not whine and bitch because I made that lifestyle choice.
Perhaps I’d start by buying a large-breed puppy. And if I can comfortably control and handle raising a Great Dane or a Rottweiler for three or four years THEN I would consider actually having a child. Because you can bet your ass a child is going to be 1000 times harder than a dog; and if a dog cannot be controlled, certainly a child will not be.
I am glad there are people out there who want children. I just wish there were a great many more of them that could be a parent in a responsible manner. This doesn’t mean mothers (or fathers) who need to buy milk and bread and snickers and have a teething infant; I’m talking about the ones who let the kid(s) go running and screaming up and down the aisles at stores and restaurants.
You want to be proud of your child(ren)? Then have control of your kid(s) and teach them how to behave in a decent manner.
It’s not that hard.
Morel of this story: Want a kid? See how you can handle a dog first. If you can’t, please don’t bring your hellion around me.