Sometimes I think I want children but then I remember I am an awks person who can’t look some certain people in the face or say their name. I hang up on phone calls mid sentence because I feel too awkward to carry on the conversation and I make a right fool of myself to strangers.
Also I don’t make the best decisions about anything and I think I have a lot of growing up to do. Like, a LOT.
I can run a house, that is easy. I’ve done it since I was eleven years old. What can I say? My mother gave me a tonne of responsibility. I can change nappies; I’ve changed hundreds. Probably. I had two younger brothers, one born when I was eight and one born when I was eleven, and yes I have changed both their nappies and babysat them and bathed them and took care of them and put them to bed and just the usual things the oldest sibling has to do. I also had a tonne of baby cousins growing up and I just loved babies so much, so I helped out a lot with them.
So I can do a lot of things mums need to do.
I can even deal with children very well, since I have had lots of experience. Also I work with young children, I know how to speak their language. I honestly do.
But, I still feel as though I am not grown enough as a person, to be able to bring another kid up. I am a bit selfish, and entitled. I can be very mean sometimes and while I have a lot of patience with children, I don’t really. I can go home and relax and I can send the baby back to her mama.. but when it is my own… I am the mama. Where do I send it then?
Also having a kid might be nice to begin with but all that exhaustion? Also to have to then spend the next twenty odd years taking care of said kid, not being able to be flexible, not being able to get up and go somewhere at the drop of a hat, schooling, nurturing, emotional availability…
Oh I don’t know.
My friend just realised two weeks ago now that she is three months pregnant, after bouts of nausea and fatigue.
She told me the other day that she went for her first scan with her husband and it was such an emotional experience.
‘Why?’ I asked, completely oblivious. Why should a scan be emotional? It’s just a scan, all preggers people have it. I carried on munching my Hula Hoops.
‘Well, because although you can’t see anything there, it’s just a blob really at this stage, you can hear the heartbeat of this person inside of you, that came from the both of you, and it’s just real, it’s alive, it’s there.’
Never did I feel so immature and out of it than in that moment.
I remember my own mother having scans, and us in the room with her, a thunderous heartbeat reverberating around the room and echoing in my mind.
A child is real.
I remember once my mother went for her scan and the nurse sent me out of the room for some reason. I was ten. I peeped in through the half open door and I heard the woman say, ‘I can’t hear the heartbeat.’ and I saw my mother start to cry, and I didn’t realise how big it was for her and how much pain she must have felt. I saw the nurse consoling her and saying they would check again, and the jelly on her swollen stomach and then suddenly, the tharrump-tharrump, the thumping sound of life swelling through the room.
A child is not a hindrance or a plan or a barrier to life.
My mother’s silent crying in the cab all the way home.
It is life. It is a person. It is a human.
I don’t know. I know I am not ready.
But I also know that I am ready to be ready someday, and I suppose that is enough for now.
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It’s wonderful to know your feelings, knowing you’re ready to be ready some day is brilliant. 🙂 I love your reflections here OB. So many people don’t know how they feel, you, clearly know yourself well. 🙂
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Huh, I never thought of it like that before, I guess I do know myself well. Thank you for your insight, Colleen, always much appreciated! 🙂
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