My friends are having kids. And I’m happy for them. Truly, I am.
I’m happy that they’re becoming parents. It’s a big deal! They’re not going through months of pain and discomfort just for funzies. It’s because they really, genuinely desire to grow their family. (That, or they really want to level-up their social media game.)
I admire their strength, patience, endurance, and resilience. I’m impressed by the sacrifices they’re making to have these kids. Most importantly, I will gladly hold my friends’ little bundles of joy. And I will gaze into their cute baby eyes, those innocent little marbles taking in a brand new world with pure wonder.
Honestly, parents are freakin’ superhuman. They’re the strongest people I know. That definitely includes single parents, or parents of non-traditional families.
But me personally? I don’t want kids.
Now, for the record, I’m single. So it’s kind of like saying “I don’t want a Cinnabon” when there isn’t a mall or airport anywhere nearby.
But I think my decision is still valid. If anything, it helps to know where I stand on the issue, before getting into a relationship.
