When I was pregnant with the twins I received so many unwelcome stares and comments it was seriously messed up. I actually had one friend ask me how I could bring not just one but two children into this lousy messed world when I had already been blessed with six children, two with whom have special needs and a husband who is never here. (let it be known she is no longer my friend).
Sigh. How sad.
My other children thought there were many good reasons for me to offer them more siblings.
I need a personal slave, someone to answer the cell phone while I m driving, someone to give directions when I am driving, small children who can climb under things to find my missing van keys, big children to unload the groceries from the van and put away the groceries. But most important – older siblings to help change the younger siblings and put them in their car seats.
I need children around the house to eat all the leftovers that even the stray dogs and cats wouldn’t touch.
I need an older child to shove out of the van to save a spot in line at the movie theatre while I find a parking spot for the said big ass van.
I need someone to run in to Timmies and get my coffee when there isn’t a drive throu.
I need the big children to help raise the younger children by taking them to the bathroom every five minutes and babysit for free.
I need an excuse for my big ass and flabby upper arms.
I need material for my Christmas newsletter and blogs.
I need someone to practice psychiatry and medicine on (“if you don’t take your ADHD medicine you will become a wild beast!”) and (“Turn down the Ipod or you will go deaf!”)
Okay well that of course is there story. Mine of course is even more biased.
I have brought so many children into this world because when you love somebody they love you back and the world doesn’t seem so messed up.
I have given them life because they have the same right I have been given to decide if this is a messed up world or not.
They are more than just an image in a picture. They are special to the universe now, and will be when I am long gone.
Some people decide to take the risk of becoming a parent to a child or children. If they didn’t, then who would be left to listen to ignorant people complain about how they don’t want to bring any children into this messed up world?
What about you – were you afraid to bring a child into this messed up crazy world?
Until next time