Sunday, November 19, 2006
thoughts from a tired mother
The other day, my pregnant wife and mother of one already told me it was in no way practical to bear children. She went on to say that in other times and in other cultures there were many reasons to have children. A boy could help in the fields and carry on the name and trade; a daughter was a hand in the kitchen and would perhaps earn a dowry some day. But in my world, there is no practical reason to procreate. It is no surprise the urban intelligentsia is not interested in this ancient tradition. They have discovered that our children drain resources instead of expanding them, giving nothing, taking everything. We are disconnected from past generations, we don’t care if our names die with us or not. We have no use for children. They constrict our lives and bring added worry with no quantifiable payoff. They will make us loose sleep, require us to give up hobbies and consume all of our leisure time. As they grow they will begin to ignore us and see us as the bane of their existence. Then they will deplete our savings and go to college. If we are lucky they will come home at Christmas, only to mention how much they talk about us in therapy. At best they will keep in touch enough to sponge occasional “loans” and at worst will never write home again. And to top it off, they will entrust us to “assisted living” when we are too old to survive on our own. So... why have kids? Why give, give, give, give?