If a man were to say to me that he was wanting to be a father, I would encourage him. “Children are a joy. Their innocence gives hope.”
If you were my sister, however…and for that matter a woman at all, I would give you something more fair in response. I would like to tell you that if you choose to be a mother at all, do it under the assumption that you will be a single mom. I would like to say, dear god choose yourself instead because over here isn’t for the faint of heart. Alternatively, I would probably lead with a story of how I almost let Walmart take my dignity and sanity, again. Shopping with children is the worst. Especially when you are shopping on a nearly broken budget. Telling you the truth in a parable. Don’t be an idiot, I will passively declare.
I would never try to teach you the presence that my child’s smile brings or how hugs from babies who need you are the best.
I wouldn’t lead with how my children save my life.
I would just share with you on how they steal it. Little thieves of time.
I tell you that you must choose the worst or nothing at all. You must be all in. The price is your dreams and your youth.
If your heart still calls for motherhood when you rationalize how bad it can and probably will get, then I say, “Children are a joy. Their innocence gives hope.”