If you’re young, childless, and wondering, “Is having children the best thing on earth?” you’ve come to the right place.
I will, once and for all, put the end to your burning question.
- I was the last born of two children, the only girl. I grew up with an older brother. It. Was. Torture. I always wanted a sister. My mom thought I didn’t get it. She was right.
- The girl who was my best friend for the majority of my school years was the oldest of four kids. I got the feel for a “large family” because I was at her house often.
- I’ve taught kids to play piano and I’ve been a Sunday School teacher. I also volunteer in an elementary school. I have lots of experience working with kids.
- I have 5 kids. Therefore, I am an expert. Not really, but most of you who read this will probably think that’s really the only valid point for my argument and you’re probably right. Keep in mind, this is a 500 words a day writing challenge.
Children can be a blessing and they are also a lot of work. I know you thought “curse” in your head. How dare you! You can only call kids that if you are actually a parent who has a child at least 15 years old. Coincidentally, I have a 15 year old.
The Best Parts of Having Kids:
- pregnancy. Pregnancy can be an amazing ride! I loved some parts of my pregnancies, but definitely not all of them. Overall, they left me in awe of my body.
- breastfeeding. I loved breastfeeding, when I didn’t have infections and pain. I still miss it.
- seeing yourself in your kids. How they look like you and act like you; how they’re good — or bad — at the same things you were.
- when they grow up and you can have a normalish type of relationship with them. Or so I’m told. I look forward to this normalish relationship.
- hugs, kisses, random “I love you’s”. This doesn’t happen much past 8 years old, unless you make them their favourite food or they want something. Like a phone.
- Mother’s Day gifts and cards. You can’t beat those.
The Worst Parts of Having Kids:
- pregnancy. I hated most of my pregnancies. Back pain and sciatica, food aversions, nausea, being a host for another organism, stretch marks, and major body changes.
- breastfeeding. I had more mastitis with my first child than most women have in their entire breastfeeding careers.
- having other people see you in your kids. It just gets creepy with some people.
- diapers. They’re gross and expensive. However #firstworldproblem. Could definitely be worse.
- how they affect your marriage. Not. Good. Marriage is hard work and having kids complicates things even more. If you decide to have children, don’t underestimate how tough it will be on your marriage. Maybe not in the first few years, but most likely by the time they’re in middle school.
- they cost a lot of money. Diapers are just the start of the expenses. It Never Ends. And once they become teenagers — it doesn’t matter if you have a boy or a girl (please tell me girls aren’t more expensive! My boys are draining me!) — the costs increase exponentially! I just bought my 14 year old a cell phone and my oldest is begging for one.
- after they’re done crying for no reason, having temper tantrums every 10 minutes, they start arguing with you. About everything they can think of. Clothes, hair, using a fork instead of their fingers, chewing their fingernails, blowing their nose, going to bed, taking vitamins, breathing…
- feeling like a slave. All that housework, laundry, cooking, and shopping doesn’t do itself. Until your kids start helping out around the house, (ha ha ha!) you’re going to be doing All the work. All the time.
I admit, I don’t provide a very convincing argument to have kids. When I was younger, I never thought I’d be a Mom. My goal was to have a career and be a strong, independent woman who needed no one.
It was only after my now-husband asked me to marry him that I seriously thought about having kids. I joke that he wanted two children (because he came from a family of two) and I wanted three (because I came from a family of two and I’d always wanted a sister). So we had two for him and three for me. Ha. Ha.
We had our third child in 2005 and as soon as he was born and placed on my belly, I immediately knew I wanted another child. Let’s just say that it was a pretty good birthing experience. The best of the five, actually.
After our fourth child, I told my husband I was done. But that didn’t work out too well. I got pregnant immediately after she obnoxiously stopped breastfeeding on her first birthday. And that’s why we have 5 kids.
They’re awesome and they’re exhausting.
They drive me nuts but they’ve stretched me and forced me to grow in ways you can not even imagine – unless you’re a parent.
If the hard things in life make you a better person, I’m going to be one amazing woman some day!
Even better than if I had been a single, career gal.