Sometimes, having a baby might just be a brilliant idea. As I see my peers posting pictures of their cute and adorable babies, a part of me feels envious of what a magical
pet creature they have. I’m like a kid yelling “I want one!”
I turned 24 yesterday and it pressures me as to when I’m starting my own family.
I don’t rush things. I take small baby steps, I don’r risk big careless leaps. I take calculated risks even rarely.
Having a baby entails a magnitude of responsibility. I don’t have a stable, high paying job! Worse, I don’t even have a girlfriend!
But when I see parent peers scrambling for something — their baby’s sick, need money for something, don’t have time for self– my conscience whispers : do you really want to have a baby? Really?
Hmmmm. Maybe not this time. Not yet.
I want to see my child graduating college, having his/her own family ; a grandchild. Based on my calculations, I should have a baby now or in years later to do that.
Life happens anyway.
It took me a week to edit. Killing my darlings is tough!