Writer's Block: Kids or child-free?
Mar. 10th, 2010 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I love kids. I am passionate about children--about their rights. About spending time with them. About understanding them. About helping them become the very best people they can possibly be. I taught preschool for four years, working my way through school, and I'm a nanny now, and I'm in college getting my degree in Child Development just so when I go out and spend the rest of my life working with children, I will know all I can about them. I read parenting magazines for fun.
I love all the children who have been under my care. I have nightmares about bad things happening to them; I missed them when I went on vacation and I miss them now that I can't see them and talk to them. I went to their ballet recitals and their tae kwon do ceremonies. I hugged them every day. I knew the names of their stuffed animals and pets; I knew what they were scared of and I talked them through their fear. I planned parties for them and invested my own money in books for them and spent my nights and weekends making their education better. I still drive two hours down a mountain just to see them anytime I'm asked to babysit, and the money basically pays for my gas. I love my kids.
I don't want my own. I want children to be my career. It's a dealbreaker for me, so far as lifetime relationships are concerned. I have a lot of experience and a lot of observation and a lot of education behind my decision, which was not reached lightly or at any one aha! moment. I believe that everything possible should be done to ensure that children are born only to people who passionately want to be parents for all the right reasons. Obviously, I can't enforce that for the whole entire world, but I can enforce it for me.
I'm so excited for my friends and siblings to have babies that I can hardly stand it; I plan to love them and spoil them rotten and be who they can run away to. I plan to work with kids my whole life and love them all.
I just don't want them to be mine.
I love kids. I am passionate about children--about their rights. About spending time with them. About understanding them. About helping them become the very best people they can possibly be. I taught preschool for four years, working my way through school, and I'm a nanny now, and I'm in college getting my degree in Child Development just so when I go out and spend the rest of my life working with children, I will know all I can about them. I read parenting magazines for fun.
I love all the children who have been under my care. I have nightmares about bad things happening to them; I missed them when I went on vacation and I miss them now that I can't see them and talk to them. I went to their ballet recitals and their tae kwon do ceremonies. I hugged them every day. I knew the names of their stuffed animals and pets; I knew what they were scared of and I talked them through their fear. I planned parties for them and invested my own money in books for them and spent my nights and weekends making their education better. I still drive two hours down a mountain just to see them anytime I'm asked to babysit, and the money basically pays for my gas. I love my kids.
I don't want my own. I want children to be my career. It's a dealbreaker for me, so far as lifetime relationships are concerned. I have a lot of experience and a lot of observation and a lot of education behind my decision, which was not reached lightly or at any one aha! moment. I believe that everything possible should be done to ensure that children are born only to people who passionately want to be parents for all the right reasons. Obviously, I can't enforce that for the whole entire world, but I can enforce it for me.
I'm so excited for my friends and siblings to have babies that I can hardly stand it; I plan to love them and spoil them rotten and be who they can run away to. I plan to work with kids my whole life and love them all.
I just don't want them to be mine.