Are we all supposed to want to have a child? Is it really so awful to not want to have one?
A few weeks ago, a friend asked me if I was still hoping to have a baby. I took a deep breath and braced myself before saying NO.
To my surprise, she accepted my reply without batting an eyelash. No questions asked.
Wow. That was a first. My aversion to having a child usually receives an are-you-out-of-your-mind expression followed by lengthy questioning and a barrage of reasons why it would be a shame for me to not have an offspring.
I MUST want to be a mother. I MUST want to have a baby, at least one.
But I don’t want to be a mother. I don’t want to have a baby.
I never did.
I was told that the desire to carry a child will kick in when I get older. I’m almost 40 and while I have imagined myself taking on a thousand roles, being a mom was never among them.
So what does that make me?
To those who insist that I must want to be a mother, I must want to have a baby, you’re free to call me whatever you want. Just leave me and my decision alone.
But bear in mind that I am free to call you whatever I want too.
If you can’t respect my choice, don’t expect me to respect you either.