Growing up I like every young girl I know assumed that I would grow up, go to college, get a job, find Prince Charming, get married, have babies and live happily ever after. Well, all went according to plan on the first several steps but then Prince Charming and I couldn't agree on the marriage thing and so I moved onto having an amazing career that has led me to almost every continent on the planet.
Some time in my early 30s I had an epiphany. I'd always assumed I'd have kids but - here was the thing - I didn't really want kids. I mean, I love kids. They're adorable and truth be told, I'm pretty darn good with them. But I realized that I loved my life as is. I can sleep in on a Saturday. I can fly to Europe with no notice. I only have to feed myself. And I like it that way.
So, I made the somewhat controversial decision not to have children. It's always interesting to me to hear people's reaction to this decision. The reaction is usually to reassure me that I CAN have them someday - almost as if they feel I'm saying I don't want them because I don't have them yet. A little something like this:
Them: "Oh so do you have children?"
Me: "No. I actually figured out some time ago that having kids just wasn't right for me."
Them: (uncomfortable) "Well, you still have time to have them. I mean, you never know, once you meet Mr. Right you might feel differently."
Yeah, I might but I seriously doubt it.
And here's the thing. I live a damn good life. Yes I don't have little chubby armed hugs every morning when I wake up but I do have them several times a week. And the trade off is that I have a life that I can control and enjoy the way I want.
So, this blog is a reflection of what life is like when you're in your 40s, successful and sans munchkins. It's an auntie's life, and it's pretty damn good.
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