This resonated with me even though I have two children. I love my boys dearly but when I read this, it reminded me of my mother going through her ticking-clock phase and having a desire for another child - and 7th-grade me panicked. I was a premature infant, and my father took care of ALL the midnight and 3am feedings. My mother did NONE of them and brags about it. I was the stuck-ee scrubbing the kitchen floor EVERY saturday from age 7 on...and I dreaded what little freedom I had going away with a much younger sibling.

That said, I love my children. They are a wonderful experience, although I have friends who grew up in abusive situations who'd rather not have children than risk what they *might* do to them. I believe that awareness alone would make them better parents than my mother ever was.

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