Kids..

I remember when I was 12, I had this great vision of my life at 25. I would be married, with no kids, my own business of some sort and teaching little children. Boy was I wrong. At 25, I still didn’t want kids but teaching was no where in my realm. I was just laid off my corporate job, a significant other was no where in site and I lived at home with my mom and siblings. Not to great of a life at 25. But I had great girlfriends, great family and I loved my life. Not what I expected, but great non the less.

So as I get ready to enter my 30s my life is looming before me, for the first time ever, I have decided I wanted children, not just for my sake, but for the sake of whomever I may one day marry. Call that unselfish of me but hell that’s life and hell that’s me. I am selfless in most aspects. I would much rather give my husband a baby than it just be the two of us forever. and ever. 

 

I read the Baby Sitter’s Club books, I even watched “Don’t tell Mom the Baby Sitter’s Dead” but I never actually wanted a baby, or to be a baby sitter. I remember very vividly in the 11th grade how my Home Economics teacher gave us a baby to take home. I put that baby on the steps in the basement and closed the door. It cried all night till my sister went to take care of it. lol Needless to say I wasn’t trying to have a baby any time soon. I’m impatient, I have bad nerves and I don’t like to hear all the complaining kids do.

I remember the 1st time I baby sat my little cousins, they cried and wanted food.  Although I have always been the consummate “help”. I clean and cook for everyone around me but actually “caring” for a child has never been my thing. But the look in my baby cousin’s face when he said “Wexs” soothed my soul. I cooked him some chicken, let him watch cartoons, played a couple games and off to sleep he went. hmmm “this is easier than I thought” WRONG!

Before I had begun to lay my head down, this kids starts screaming at the top of his lungs. Little did I know, he hated the dark, was scared of the dark and I had scarred this kid of life

This

Was 

Hard

 

After that my baby sitting duties were few and far between. Not too many of my aunts and cousins have children, so I truly believe God was looking after me when he blessed me with no more kids in our family for me to baby sit.

 

So now as I near closer to 30, I am always around kids, my godkid, my friends kids, just kids everywhere. And I’m constantly reminded that kids make you less selfish, more secure, happier and overall a better person. 

 

So yes I think I want a kid

ONCE I’m married of course..