Let’s talk about Harambe. It trips me out that there are people who would rather spare a gorilla (yes I know its an endangered species) than the life of a child. But you don’t get this worked up at the idea of a wild animal living in a controlled unnatural habitat. But I digress.
Admittedly I’m not sure where I stand with having children of my own. Ideally if I have kids I need to be married—because children are too much work to have on your own and I am all about the delegation of duties. Whenever I see a baby my ovaries do a little backflip but then they cry and I am immediately put off by the idea.
Then I hang with my friends’ kids, they are all pretty cool and I love them to death. But then I invite my friend to go hang out and they are all like “nahhh, I have to take so in so to dance class then soccer practice and after that cook dinner.” And I’m all like “oh—I’m pretty sure our idea of fun are two different things”. Somehow that statement always follows a lecture about how I’m not getting any younger and how I need to start thinking about settling down. My response is usually, “Oh me, I don’t want kids” and that spins into a whole different discussion.
I need for Pope Francis to tell me where in the Bible it says that not wanting to have kids is selfish. Or maybe not—I don’t want to feel convicted. If having kids is a prerequisite to womanhood then me, Oprah, Barbie and a whole lot of women are in trouble.
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