Its funny how I keep looking for reasons to have kids, but instead I keep finding reasons not to! Tonight as I was picking up dinner for my hubby and me, I heard a man across the street yelling like a maniac. I looked to see what the commotion was all about, and, of course, to make sure he was okay. He was fine, I guess? And by fine, I mean…a grown man yelling at the top of his lungs in public at his toddler son…sure, he was fine. The father was carrying on about his son pulling the sleeves of his brother’s jacket. It really didn’t seem like such a big deal to me. I wonder what could have possibly happened before that to cause such a horrific reaction.
Maybe you have to be a parent to understand. Is this one of the joys of parenting that everyone insists on telling me about? I doubt it. Now, obviously I know that this is just a tiny part of it all, and these momentary fits are nothing compared to the love that a child brings into your life. I know that when you see your child smile at you, its enough to take all the troubles of your day away. I know that when your child does this and your child does that…and on and on and on, you forget about all the crying and screaming and sleepless nights. But somehow I’m still not convinced.
I wish that instead of seeing all the horrific parts of parenting, I would be drawn to see all the wonderful parts. But I just don’t. Does that mean I have answered my own question…NO, I should NOT have kids??