Wednesday, June 18, 2008
That would be me. I was never sure I wanted an offspring of my own. I was quite happy with leaving procreation to those who are more capable and deserving of a child... those who wanted one.My stance on the matter had many reasons, some too personal to post on a blog and others were just my own selfishness. But the biggest reason was fear: fear that I'd screw up parenthood and my kid would end up in therapy forever, fear that the world today is too harsh for a child to grow up in, fear that my life would end (metaphorically, of course) upon the arrival of a child.
I can't predict the future reality of the first two fears. But with the blessing of a fortunate accident, made me realize how I was completely wrong about the last. It feels like my life was given exactly what it needed and this is simply the beginning greater things and big adventures.
The first few weeks have been the most difficult and scary moments of my brief existence. But I wouldn't change any of it. And yes, I'd even do it all over again for a second one.... much later! I need some sleep first!
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