Here's the thing, I adore children. Their tiny faces, their adorable questions that make you think about why the sky is blue or why dogs can't talk, their absolute innocence, it's all magical. I love them so much that I made a decision. A decision you might find a bit surprising. I decided not to have them. Yes, you read that right. No kiddos for me.
Alright, fasten your seatbelts, let's dive into the why's.
First, let’s talk moolah. Babies, those sweet little munchkins, cost an arm and a leg. They're like those cute purses you see at designer stores. They look adorable, but the price tag can give you a mini heart attack. And it doesn't stop at baby food and diapers. It continues till they're at least 18, or let's be real, maybe even beyond.
Then there's the world we live in. If you haven't noticed, it's currently going through its rebellious teenage phase. Global warming, rising health concerns, sporadic wars, and let's not forget, natural disasters. It's like an apocalyptic movie, only we don't have Bruce Willis to save the day. And frankly, it's not the kind of stage I'd like to put my child on.
Pet parenthood anyone? They say dogs are man's best friend, and I couldn't agree more. They don't ask for much, just a pat on the head, a bit of food, and they'll give you unconditional love. Plus, you don't have to save for their college or have "the talk" with them.
Career-wise, imagine navigating the corporate jungle, climbing that ladder, all while playing the role of mommy? That's like being a superhero without the cape, and the truth is, I've always been more of a sidekick kind of gal.
But let’s strip away the humor for a moment. You see, beneath the jester’s hat, there's a deeper, more somber reason. The thought of carrying the weight of a life, a human life, scares me. I wonder if I have the strength, the courage, the consistency to be someone’s entire world.
Growing up, there were cracks in my own world, hidden away from prying eyes. I was once a little girl lost in the chaos of a family falling apart. The ones who were supposed to be my safety net let me slip through. Those shadows still lurk in the recesses of my heart, whispering doubts about whether I could ever be different. They are the whispers that echo in my mind, asking me if I could ever be a parent I wish I'd had.
I'm a rockstar tita, the fun ninang who'll spoil the kids rotten. I can rock a baby to sleep and play princess tea parties with the best of them. But a mother? That’s a concert I fear I might not be ready to headline. The fear of failing, of not being enough, of possibly repeating the mistakes of the past, holds me back.
So, there you have it. The truth in all its raw, unfiltered glory. I love kids, but I don’t want kids. Call me selfish if you wish, but I believe it would be more selfish to bring a life into this world knowing I’m not ready for that gig. It’s my choice, and for now, it’s the song I choose to dance to.
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