Since they’re all short on estrogen, I figured I would chime in with the female perspective.
The child-free-by-choice movement began getting some buzz a few year’s back. Adults – often frustrated with, what they perceive to be, a kid-centric society – were choosing not to have children. However, instead of whispering in hushed tones their desire to remain childless, they – instead—were shouting (with gusto!) their child-free preference.
I’m fine with the idea of not having children. Frankly, I admire people who have the chutzpa to say, “I don’t think I would make a good parent.” Coming to that conclusion and speaking out about it takes a great deal of self-reflection and guts. Hey, these people are good for the economy and good for society, as they keep Durex in business and don’t breed children they are unwilling or unable to care for. Three cheers for planned un-parenthood!
However, here’s what I think is funny:
A good deal of these people hate children. I mean, really hate children. And they don’t feel children should be inflicted on them in any circumstances.
Even though I am pro-child (eventually), there are moments where I am not too fond of the wee ones. Yesterday, for example. My friend was hosting a baby naming celebration at her home. Although she had ample snacks, activities, room for them to play and set clear limits (“Don’t go in the master bedroom”), they managed to jump on her bed, mess up her bathroom and ransack her closet – all in the name of hide-and-seek.
Did I mention their parents were there -- observing this bad behavior?
However, I do also realize that kids are kids. They will be loud and messy. They won’t say “please.” They’ll run up and down the stairs. They’ll smear icing all over the place. They’ll whine about not getting to have a third brownie before dinner. They won’t enjoy your spirited discussions about books and pop culture. They will likely poop and puke on you at some juncture.
But…you know what? I was a kid once. You were too. I have documented proof that I made my parents mental. I’m sure my (future) kids will do the same.
So, please tolerate the little hellions -- because one day they will likely be taking care of you and me.
And yeah, on occasion, they can be pretty damn cute.