More random thoughts on parenthood, noted from the last years:
No, it’s not because I have a kid that I do love ALL kids. I actually still don’t like kids, and I love only a few. But it does not stop me from feeling sympathy with all the other parents dealing with the shit their(s) kid(s) made them live through.
And yes, I DO love my daughter. You do not have any idea how far I can go to protect that kid, cherish, educate and love her. Do not even dare challenge this.
The next one who dare judge me on my choice NOT to have a second child will be slapped. Or rudely insulted in front of EVERYBODY. My body, my choice. Also, I had the operation, my fallopian tubes are ligated. So…I’m buying a damn lottery ticket if I ever become pregnant again. A SHITLOAD of lottery tickets. And YYYESSS, sex with no stress of being pregnant!!! How dare I think of fun and kinky sex, and not reproducing and being a fucking mother of 8?
Yes, I’m a mother. And I think of Sex. All. The. Fucking. TIME!!
No, I won’t be there to ALL activities my daughter will do. No, I won’t push her to do 4 after-school activities and sports. She’ll decide whatever the fuck she wants and likes. I will probably just pay and go to her finals and shows. But I won’t be supervising her every moves and actions, I won’t get up at 4am for her hockey practice. I’m there to help her discover more about herself, her tastes, her interests, again to educate her in Life. Not to be her slave.
Not because I have a kid that I want MORE kids. Nope. I am very happy with my decision to only have one kid, and seriously don’t want to pass through all the post-partum depression and stress, the social pressure to be a supermom, and the judgement from the entourage for every fucking decision I take. I’m an adult: let me decide ALONE, for fuck sake!
A year of the same Disney song will make you go crazy (aka the damn Frozen song)