I don’t want kids, and sometimes I wonder why exactly that is, until I go to a grocery store and hear some kid wailing. Then it all rushes back to me in an instant, and I breathe a sigh of relief that I am childfree.
I’ve never been the motherly type, at least for children. I am crazy about animals, especially my cat, but I’ve never felt like I want to play with or care for a kid.
I gave this some extra thought the other day, and realized this: I like babies alright. I like tweens and teens alright. It’s the age group between baby and teenager that I can’t stand.
So while I can most certainly appreciate an adorable baby or child, and would even watch one if I had to (though I’m never sure how to interact with kids), I don’t want any of my own. I do not want that “pregnancy glow”. I do not want extra stretchmarks, weight gain, sleeplessness, to change diapers or help with teething. I’ll tell you your baby is cute, and mean it, but I’m not going to have one of my own.
Give me a cat, a Schnauzer or a German Shepherd any day.