Do you want children? Why or why not?
At first I told Mozart of course duh. I wouldn't deprive the future people of the world of my wonderful offsprings who will own sadly, only half of my amazing genes. And hopefully half of an equally amazing guy's.
But seriously, yes, I would like to have children of my own.
What? Why would I want to overpopulate the world and basically just give birth to more mouths to feed with this world's limited food supply? Yes, I've read about people with such views. And from what I've read, those people are often, either grew up with crappy parents/had shitty childhoods/went through some form of abuse or just one of those types who thinks children are shitty. I do hate the latter. How I wish their parents thought the same and decided not to have any children of their own.
Moving on to
From the outside, I had the perfect childhood. From the inside, not so much. Its not as scary as some people's though. To put it simply, my parents weren't those supportive, my daughter is too good for anyone and she's simply wonderful/amazing/smart and we're best friends kind of parents. Ever wonder why I rather keep some problems to myself? Now you know.
No, my parents are wonderful they are. No, I don't wish for them to change. I'm grateful that none of my parents walked out on us, or had an affair, or thought coporeal punishment is a definite must in your daily chores. I grew up into someone who has a sense of right and wrong and don't feel as if she has to be part of a clique.
What does this have to do with my wanting children?
Because I would like to be the parent my parents never were to me. I want to be someone's whole world, even only for a limited time(until they grow older) and know how it is to have someone who is truly yours. I once said to a close friend that I'm afraid I'll be like my mother. Said friend told me, just my fear of that, will prevent it from happening.
I want to be that mother who's best friends with their kids. The one who'll tell her son to always respect a girl's crush on him even if he doesn't return it. The one who'll tell her daughter that teenage boys are often silly and that jerk will soon kick himself in few years time for letting her go. The mother whose kids will come to with problems, not with fear of scoldings.
But I'll still take slices of what my parents taught me and made sure my children will grow up to be even more amazing than me.
And the what if moment?
What if I'm not able to have children of my own? Adoption, perhaps will be the answer. As my very last option. Better yet, I won't even think of it until I absolutely have to.
Oh well, head on over to Mozart and read his post. And comment on it. And on this one too. Remember that.